“Robert Kirkman must’ve worked a terrible office job. In my experience, that’s how you end up writing narratives like this and The Walking Dead where a horrific life where you might get torn apart by some kind of pterodactyl with a toothed vagina for a face is better than the pointless drudgery of an office.
He’s not totally wrong. There are days. Hoo boy, there are days…
I mean, it would occasionally be nice to be responsible for making something, let’s say winter coats, and you go into work, and you’ve got to make 5 more coats before it gets cold, and when you finish, you see that nobody is freezing their ass off.
But that always seems to come along with the problem where maybe you end up with an extra coat because someone fell into a living mouth the size of a planet.”