Last Friday’s comic necessitated the purchase of a prop – an actual can of actual Spam™ to be chopped up into little cubes and fed through an hourglass. I asked my Wife to get it while she was out shopping with a friend of ours. My Wife couldn’t find it in the store, so Friend decided to ask an employee. And now I have a little comic scene stuck in my head.
“I’m trying to find the… You know. The Spam™.”
“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.”
“He’s not going to eat it or anything, it’s for a webcomic.”