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Hagar the Horrible, 2/28/05
Okay, so I don’t claim to have any special insight into the creative process over at Hagar the Horrible Central, but I think the line of thought that led to today’s comic went something like this:
- Come up with uproarious joke involving cannibal natives and Hagar and Lucky Eddie in a big cast-iron pot.
- Realize that cannibal natives don’t fit into the carefully constructed and meticulously researched ninth-century AD European milieu of the strip.*
- Refuse to give up on joke because, I mean, you’ve already thought of it, and golf doesn’t just play itself.
- Replace cannibal natives with random medieval-looking knights/villagers; replace pot with stakes.
- Taste the hilarity!
*Yes, sometimes Hagar and Lucky Eddie are stranded on what appear to be tropical islands. I say they’re in the Mediterranean, off the coast of North Africa. The historical accuracy of Hagar the Horrible is not to be impugned! Feel free to impugn its humor level, though, because that’s generally very, very low.