If I has a dollar for every time I thought too hard about trivial things, I’d be like “Where do these dollars keep coming from anyway? Who exactly is giving them to me? Do they have unlimited wealth, or something, or are they actively taking money from other places somehow? If they’re taking the money from the economy somehow, is that stealing? If the dollars were being spontaneously generated when given to me, would that be better for the economy, or worse? And how can they possibly know when I think too hard? Are they monitoring my life with cameras somehow? Can they read my mind? Now that I know about the connection between thinking too hard about things and getting a dollar, will the process continue? How many times per day would I have to think too hard to make this a profitable enterprise? Would my attempt to do so be bad for the economy? Could I use my magic money charitably enough to offset any harm I would cause?”

God’s Butler

When you least expect it, you may come across a mysterious, but polite, being, apparently a robot, who only identifies himself as God’s Butler. Speaking in a warm, pleasant voice, he will explain that he has taken a physical form to go on a travel holiday across Creation. If there is any truth to the story is something that simply can’t be known, but what can be known is that if some crime, a murder, a theft, or anything, happens to occur while God’s Butler is around, he will do everything in his power to solve the case.

There’s not much to say about this one. It is very much a superhero that I know nobody else was going to think up. It’s a straight up Murder She Wrote-style amateur detective formula, except it stars a robot with religious undertones and, since he’s on a tour of Creation, instead of just going from small town to small town, he can go anywhere from space stations to jungles to… small towns, I guess.

The Blue Cloak

Network City is the world’s information capital. Boasting the most high-tech computer technology it is home to the world’s biggest tech companies and banks. Like any city, Network City has a thriving criminal underbelly. This one based largely on corporate espionage and hacking. Accordingly, the Blue Cloak has appeared.

None can say for certain what lies beneath the Cloak, for those who see if are seldom capable of telling the tale. It is rumored that the Blue Cloak is capable of travelling through the Internet and appearing in front of wrongdoers in the act. Nobody can say for certain if he works for the police (though they deny it) or one of Network City’s many companies (though he does not seem to favor one in his work). Legends even go around that he is not human at all, but the avatar of some artifical intelligence protecting its own interests.

The inspiration for this one is a vague desire to do cyberpunk superhero and a drawing of a guy in a cloak. Since he’s not addressing any particular societal issue or anything, I guess I might as well just use him to further flesh out the universe where Lex Techno and friend reside.

Okay, this time we have some people voting in the Frenchlands. Some guy rolls up with his crew and they want to vote. That’s when the trouble starts. Later, the trouble is over, so the guy goes to Englshton, and everyone is quite impressed by the idea of a Frenchman running for office in a place where everyone thinks he talks funny. C’est la vie!

Here’s something: Apart from a tingle of familiarity over the last couple lines, I don’t recall this one from the indoctrination during my youth. Is it a newer one? The quality doesn’t seem to suggest that. Did they just not play it as much as the others? Well, it does have an awful lot of French, maybe it played more prominently in the Frenchy parts of Canada than it did here. I don’t know.

I don’t get much information from this one. Apart from being called a “lousy rebel” I don’t know the cause of the strife. I appreciate the callback to the Responsible Government Moment, and I like to commend anyone who doesn’t resort to violence to make his political point, but I just don’t get much from this spot. I give it Two out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake.

Here’s a thing:

And here is a different, other thing:

(It is perhaps worth noting that when I created that comic, I was not yet employed in the delivering of pizzas)