Last week I drew Winslow at the beach, separated from his body. Now his body has wandered off without the rest of him, probably to get more ice cream. But really, the only reason this strip exists is because I wanted to draw Winslow’s head strapped to the top of Little Winslow’s head.

I don’t often draw my characters on the beach, but damn it, they’ve been working really hard and could use the vacation. So here we are. At the beach.

Classic video games have very distinct smells. Q-Bert smells like cardboard boxes and Muppetflesh. Pac-Man smells like Kix cereal. And Dig Dug smells like topsoil and helium.

Anyone who has ever worked in an office environment knows that Fridays have an almost religious significance to the average cubicle drone. It’s so bad that the word “Friday” has developed all sorts of meanings: it’s a hello, a goodbye, an excuse, and a way of saying everything’s going to be fine. It’s also super, super annoying.

I’ve drawn a lot of really juvenile strips about poop, urine, and penises, but the number of fart-related comics I’ve drawn can be counted on one hand. So today I’m fixing all of that with a comic that’s eight panels of non-stop farting. Enjoy.