So, Levi forwards me the strip for this week, and says, I’m sure jokingly:
“Corey, you’re just lucky it’s against the “rules” to have you start writing this strip for me too.”

Har-dee-har-har, sir.

Well, while it’s commonly known that I barely know how to write this little blog-blurbs for this strip as it is (I’d already had a nice aneurysm trying to write them for Strobe), far be it for me to shirk from a challenge.

So here we go, folks.  The SHaLK strip you will likely never see drawn ever!  And don’t give me any crap about go to nine-panels on a page, Levi, when Scott gives us today’s as the lead-in!

SHALK #17 (unofficial)

PANEL 1

LEVI is sitting at his computer, emailing COREY. TEXT on the computer screen says

Corey, you’re just lucky it’s against the “rules” to have you start writing this strip for me too.

 

PANEL 2

Close-up of LEVI’s finger hitting SEND key (yes, I know, there is no SEND key on a computer, but this is SHaLK and, therefore, defies all logic).

 

PANEL 3

Picture of COREY, sitting at his computer in a dark room, the light from the monitor reflected on his face.

 

PANEL 4

Close-up of the text, specifically:

you start writing this strip

 

PANEL 5

Back to the picture of COREY sitting at his monitor.

 

PANEL 6

Same, but now COREY has pistol to his head.

 

PANEL 7

LEVI hearing a ding from his computer indicating he’s received an email, he has a look of joy on his face that anyone has acknowledged his existence (just kidding. We love you, Levi).

COMPUTER
Mail, dumb-ass!

 

PANEL 8

Still ecstatic, LEVI sitting at his desk, opening the email.

 

PANEL 9

Close-up of the email from COREY to LEVI. Simply text that says:

Bang.

 

Now screw this noise.  I’m going over to Baujahr…