M.A. Labombard 
 
[2006 April 24]
I wasn't really sure I wanted to make the comic continue at this point, but did it anyway. This is an oddly transitioning sequence to another sequence of events I really gave a shit about writing.
 
 
 
Clinton Robert Labombard 
 
I like it. And what you have the armadillo saying at the end made me laugh. It's a perfect non-sequitur.
 
 
[Transcript] - Rudy offers some strips of meat to Norm and Dorma. Norm asks, "What's this?"

Rudy replies, "Jerky."

Dorma is sniffing the jerky as Norm says, "Um... okay... what's it for?"

Rudy explains, "This's whad we folks do wid'what we bring home, as far as deer are concerned."

Norm replies, "Lovely. Not very fresh, is it?" Dorma shrugs her wings.

Rudy reaches back into his truck and pulls out a cold bottle of beer. An armadillo is staring at Rudy. And staring... and staring... Rudy finally asks the armadillo, "Canneye help you?"

"You're one weird lookin' freak, you know it?"
 
 
       
 

Well, no, there's also deer steak and deer sausage as well as the timely art of hanging a severed deer head on a fence so the birds and maggots can clean the skull for you. Also, deer heads with malformed ('spiked') antlers fetch a bigger price.
If you've ever had fresh deer jerky, then you know what's really meant here. Fresh deer jerky is likely (if it wasn't over-cooked to begin with and wasn't cut along the grain) still slightly juicy and tender. Okay, now that I've juiced you up I'd like you to meet our sponsor...
The armadillo is a Texas backroad favorite often resembling a pill-bug or more likely, a very small road bump. They normally roll over on their backs after being killed by an automobile. My guess is this is because they are top-heavy.