I swear when I wrote this, I was just trying to come up someplace weird for the guy to end up. I wasn’t thinking the GPS/Google/Skynet Map App lead the guy on top of the grill to destroy him in flames. Which is much funnier than the main gag.
Obviously, my subconscious mind is much, much cleverer than my conscious mind. This poses a serious problem. Should my subconscious start writing the strip and prove successful, it might take over other parts of my life….
“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t spend our life savings on hookers and cocaine, my subconscious did.”
See. Being a cartoonist is a lot harder than it looks.