Dang if Onstad doesn't continually surprise me. I hope he lives forever and becomes so stinky rich and famous that someday someone does fan fiction about him.
"There!" Proclaimed the excited Chris Onstad upon uploading his daily NetToon, Achewood. Upon upload confirmation the goon holing Liz released her and Bill Gates slowly lowered the pistol.
"We on again for tomorrow, Mr. Onstad?" asked the salivating Gates. Liz walked over to Chris leering at Bill Gates's burley bodyguard. After a pregnant pause that felt an eternity, Liz nudged her blankly-staring husband in the ribs. "Yes!" he said, probably much louder than he had intended. "Yes, Mr. Gates...tomorrow." Weakly articulated, the deal was sealed.
Gates turned to go, then looked over this shoulder, eyes gleaming, "Remember. With my bare hands tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Gates. In tomorrow's strip you beat Steve Jobs to death with your 'manly fists of death.'"
