When we were writing the strip, Gorbiriel revealed that he had a date with Destiny - specifically the part of his destiny where someone he barely knows rummages around inside his VIP area. The last comic we have about this - there is a nontrivial amount of content here under the "prostate" tag - is from February of this year, which indicates that he's waited seven full months to engage in this Satanic consummation. God only knows what's been going on in there since. With any luck, it's simply sprouted legs and run off.
The post from that Friday strip relates the tale I was just going to relate, and I'm glad I checked, because I'm not sure I would have told it as well as I did then. Apparently there's a brisk trade in people specifically asking for the thing Gabriel is so afraid of, asking insistently, and switching doctors if they refuse to manifest these southern incursions. I would be happy leaving the entire region an enticing mystery for the rest of my life, and these mofos wanna get up on the scope once a quarter.
Because it's Friday and that's the time we do it, we would ordinarily do a #Fridabe stream with myself and Durty Dwab - also known as "Dwab Triple." But we can't do that today, because we are doing something very secret in the studio. I've already said too much!!! Next week should be okay though.
(CW)TB out.
