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I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about how for some reason that raggedy guy with the scraggly beard on the tiny island with one palm tree is comedy gold. You know that guy, star of a million one-panel gags. I think he’s the same guy who in other cartoons crawls across the burning hot desert. He’s versatile. He also moonlights as the second guy, the new guy, hanging by his wrists on the stone wall of the dungeon. All of this is sort of a comedown. He used to get work as the husband in the armchair in the New Yorker.