Erick the Strange Angelic Man 5

Interesting duds, pal. And the wings and halo are a nice touch. I like a man who knows how to accessorize. Are those real wings? I ask because they're kinda small. You look like a pterodactyl with chicken wings.

They're real, asswipe.

So what, you're an angel?

No, but I am angelic. There's a difference. Mostly semantics.

Say, have you ever noticed that there never seems to be a button on a desk that you can push to open a trap door? Why is that, I wonder?

I wouldn't know.

It's a mystery. Anyway, what can I do for you?

I need a publisher for my autobiographical graphic novel. It's called Erick, the Strange Angelic Man: A Life.

That you? Erick the strange angelic man?

Apparently.

Can you draw?

Of course. Here's a drawing of Carlotta, the snazzily dressed lit agent.

Nice. I think I'm in love. Tell you what, I'll have a six-figure contract ready for you in the morning if you'll introduce me to the real Carlotta.

Deal.

--Evil Editor