Midnight. Jotunheim. A strange star appears in the sky. Or is it a comet? Neither… it’s Odin, arriving in glorious war god style on his eight-legged horse Sleipnir (just for the record, it’s a real son of a bitch to draw those eight legs). The giants, none too bright, are not sure what hit them. Do comets snort? No, but people apparently snort Comet. Or are at least interested in people who do snort Comet, or the act of snorting Comet. That’s right, I’m talking about the cleaning product here folks. Shortly after I posted this webcomic, I started getting hits from Google on people looking for information on snorting Comet. If you are one of these people and have arrived at this site in error, please, before you go, leave a comment. I really want to know the extent of your brain damage before you ship off for the Land of the Dead (you aren’t going to end up in Valhalla by inhaling the stuff you find under your sink). Read the comic too. You might just be warped enough to like it.