Yes, I went there. It’s an old place, full of corn, but I made room.

I actually researched headhunters and shrunken heads, so I wasn’t making a complete racial caricature. Still…

I like to think this gag has an old timey feel to it. For the next strip, I just need to figure out how to fit in an explorer in a pith helmet, boiling in a cauldron.

Tune in next time when our new friend digs his teeth into to the meat of Franky’s resume (don’t worry, I’m just getting these jokes out of the way now).