So, every time we finish a Warbot in Accounting comic, I ask myself “Why would I write that?” I’m sure it’s the same for Zack, only replace “write” with “draw” and sprinkle it with a dash of absolution. I mean, he’s only following orders. I’ve read about 1/3rd of a comprehensive history of the 20th century, but so far it looks like there’s no reason to believe that’s not a free pass on wrong-doing.

But, really, why do I write that? There’s no secret darkness to my childhood. My parents are great people who are incredibly loving and supporting. My adult life has been spent falling ass-backwards into success, so, y’know, no complaints there either.

But then this morning I got a call from my mom.

“Hey, mom. What’s up?”

“Oh, I was reading your Warbot. It’s not sad enough.”

“Uh, no?”

“At the end, the city should have billed him for the damage to the street.”

“Damn. You’re right.”

So, that’s why.