This strip is what I think of as a “tennis ball” piece. Isaac wrote the gag, then I rewrote it (keeping the punch and basic idea intact) and passed in back to him for the art. We don’t work like this all the time, although it happens a lot more than it used to. I’m actually really excited about the space that IZS is in at the moment. We all have the chance to tell jokes/stories that we’re interested in, the site has undergone a bit of a redesign, the strips have colour now (Just look at those fucking city lights. Look at ’em. Love it.) and we’ve got several more exciting projects up our sleeves. All this before we’ve even reached our terrible twos.
I leave you with this piece of sage wisdom from Izak – he raises a good point, sorry mums:
Mum, You told me to wear clean undies in case I got hit by a bus. But shame on you I'll shit myself when I die anyway. Can't even control it
— Izak Flash Man (@Izak_Flash) June 13, 2017
“Okay, so we’ve got a two car collision, four of the occupants injured, one dead on arrival.”
“Martinez, check for skid marks.”
“Sir… he’s clean.”