Mildly upsetting ComiCS

Balingus-12z a distant moon orbiting a cratered planet that is also orbiting a blue dwarf sun that is doomed to supernova at any moment. On that tiny moon we have the sole survivor of a species of giant humanoids. Balin's. Strikingly handsome, perfectly toned and muscled, if scientist could use the word "Chad" in scientific papers, they would use it to describe this perfect race of godlike beings. Any human would beg at the ankles of these creatures to just be crushed between their massive calves. unfortunately in the twilight of this species history the population peaked and the limited room and resources and food drove them to murder, and cannibalize each other in order to survive, they could never leave their tiny moon, and all inbreeding in the population skyrocketed. now all we have is a grotesque lumbering monster that is all that is left of the genetic code of these once proud creatures. we have codenamed this being "Alabama".  

  do i consume to survive? or because i am bored? is it wrong to derive such pleasure from taking snacks? chips from the closet, cookies under the bed, pasta in the basement, burgers in my head. i eat and i do so. angry, bored,... sad....i eat the feelings away and the food has me feeling glad. cheese and crackers are a favorite there is no denying that. calories calories making me so so fat!

 I see bugs bunny on my TV. His classic antics and rubber hose body blessing my television set with his usual catchphrase after he thwarts yet another attempt on his life "Whats up doc?" i laugh, spaghetti falling from my mouth and off my beard onto my white t-shirt. my mom looks annoyed at me, seeing the fat hairy man child she is forced to call her "son". Some nights you wake to find her holding a pillow under her arm and mutter ever so softly to herself "one day......soon....". For now though you are enjoying the red pasta sauce and the wacky misfortune of elmer Fudd.

 Every time, every fucking time, you guys give her a kitten, and every time, every GODDAMN TIME, she murders it. you scientist claim she is an intelligent gentle creature who just doesn't know her own strength...if she is so intelligent....SHOULDNT SHE KNOW TO STOP CRUSHING BABY ANIMALS TO DEATH. this is ridiculous at this point, either label her as a pyscopathic and dangerous animal or dont I DONT CARE but STOP giving her small helpless animals to kill because she "wants to be a mommy". you fucking sick labcoat wearing cunts.

 His fingers are weiners, His name is Stephen. He had 2 different pairs of socks on his feet at all times but never is seen with shoes, his fingers are dongs, His name is Stephen. He never likes to wear anything but a pair of biking shorts, oddly and sickeningly colored green, his fingers are cocks, his name is Stephen. He speaks with a slow and purposeful deep Georgian tones, you can feel the sweet ice tea and sweet succulent peaches enter your mind as he speaks to you. His fingers are willy's, his name is Stephen.

  I'm sorry i couldn't get enough feed for you Mousey.... i tried so hard but the pet store didn't have enough! i really tried Mousey! your such a good boy....your such a BIG boy, you deserve more then i can give you. I've given you everything, food, water....my parents....my friends....how in hell can you be so HUNGRY. you've eaten everything and everyone i've ever wanted and loved in my life....the only thing i havent given you yet....IS my life...... I'd do it too, all for you Mousey. What's that mousey? your hungry again.....ok buddy.... i got one more piece of food i can give you..... open wide buddy....its not much but its all i have left.....