"Help! All of the puns are coming alive! RUN!"
Ziggy is using the sheer unbridled power of his anxieties for home security purposes. Those hulking, brutish behemoths stay not their hand.
You can say it. Troll? Big-nosed flipper-footed oaf? Purple-shirted. . . ah, you get the idea. The gist of this strip is that Ziggy gets no respect, not even from cross-eyed button-pushing carrot-haired - whoops, I'm doing it again.
I'm not touching this one. I'm not even telling you the jokes that I'll avoid making about this one.
The goldfish's bags under his swollen eyes attest to the disease that will soon kill him. I guess this is what you'd call a "cute" strip.
When did Ziggy surpass Frinky Wankerbean in dishing out daily doses of depression? The difference is that most strips with suffering do it sequentially, allowing characters to overcome or be overcome by trials and eventually come to terms with things. Ziggy's life is more of a Sisyphean nightmare. He'll have one leg in the grave one day, only to throw out a warm generalization about proper financial planning the next.
Maybe he's already dead. Maybe that's the "twist".
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