Sleep Deprivation Theatre #15: Toasters

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Sleep Deprivation Theatre, often abbreviated SDT, is a comic with no plot, no character development, no art, and no quality. I started it out of a desperate desire for something to do. I stopped it because I had something better to do. Then, I started it again because someone thought it was funny.

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About this Strip

Someone, in what may have been the greatest act of sarcasm I have ever witnessed, told me with a straight face that this comic strip belongs in the New Yorker.

Wow... just... wow.

Script

Adam: [[Languages make no sense.]]

Adam: [[Who decided that all toasters in Spain were women?]]

Adam: [[Or that all the toasters in Germany were male?]]

Adam: [[Does that mean that whenever German toasters want to reproduce, they have to hitchhike to spain?]]

Adam: [[Mexican toasters must be really lonely, since we're too lazy to assign genitals to our inanimate objects here in the US.]]

Adam: [[Ours probably reproduce by mitosis.]]

Mike: Did that comic have a punchline?
Adam: Don't know. Don't care.