What. The. Hell.

Picture if you will, me at a luminescent screen. I'm reading some adventures in art technique and such with my favorite nonanimate pal Stick Figure Radium. He's an everyman sort of teacher,a person every one can relate too because quite simply: Everyone can draw stick figures. If we can draw him, surely we can also aspire to the concepts he presents! He later shows up in the strip wearing a mighty cool suit, and I can accept it because he obviously isn't poor if he has his own comic series. Next he appears as a robot looking thing, and I mean hey, who doesn't love robots? I'll tell you who- Nazis. Thats why they lost the war.

But then all of a sudden to bring his lessonal adventure to a conclusion our hero shows up as this:

You know what that speech bubble says to me? It says "I've lost all of my indie and street cred, then sold out to the Man and will later lip sync in my next comic which will have advertisements for Crayola and Prisma every other panel. Also: Observational drawing."