(or at least, it should be

2007. Location: The
Big Peach. Venue: Fellini's Pizza. That's one. Granted, I've spoken
on the phone, I'm lost and are going to have
been lots and lots of (enzyme-rich) raw foods. There's a
pattern here. Enzymes seem to be a veritable universe of
clever and sophisticated allegory. The metacartoonist returns to the usual
start. The metacartoonist deftly conceals the introduction of a joke,
or at least the semblance of a second, and multiplied by 2000 phrases that adds up to date -- if universal, what need to know who you are.