This, ladies and gents, men and women, girls and boys, you and the rest of you, is "Wayward Robot," a magnificent specimen of...something or rather. I guess the comics don't make too much sense. I don't think they're supposed to. The main player in this sick game critics call a "webcomic of proportions" is CJ-32, a small robot who is described as wayward by the author for some reason.

The creator forges this comic in the fires of NYC with his sidekick, Dr. Grip. His name is John Briggs and he stands 12 feet tall and laughs in the face of Danger, his imaginary cat.

He also likes tea.