The Romantic Comedy Machine

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I would also be in love with a Magic Floating Cracker, where can I find one...

Probably with a magic, floating cheese tray.

hmmm magic floating olives-on-sticks...

This is starting to sound like one tasty, floating dinner party!

Were you spurned by the Oscar commitee? That bunch wouldn't know taste if it was delivered to them on a flying cracker.

Heheh - NICE :D

Oh... and I realize by Emmy I meant Oscar. But you know... I'd get both anyway.

BTW.... I love the use of "I DO" in the 5th pane! Clever!

Actually I am in love with a magic floating cooking pot (filled with past). Floating (actually flying through the kitchen) because I cannot cook and pasta because I am a student (read cheap).

ehm, not filled with my past, but with pasta. (you know the stuff that only sticks to the wall when its ready.
(or al dente as the Italians say.)

Uhm.... ok... I'll probably get banned or flamed for this but I first thought that 'cracker' was somehow related to her behind (as in ass crack)... And I couldn't understand why someone wanted to get upon her 'flying cracker'...

Needless to say I didn't first understand it.

Now I do...

Anyway I guess it's because I'm Swedish so I can always blame cultural differences...

Squawk - So if pasta doesn't stick to the wall... is it STILL pasta? Vexing!

Henrik - Well, inadvertently you made this comic erotic. Good job!

lol random. I love the guy's face at the end :D (And how surprised the cracker was-bet it never thought it could be loved;looking as it does-so dry an' all)

Is it a gaint cracker, or really tiny people? Because if its really tiny people I imagine a fictional seventh frame where a bird snatches them out of the air...

You forgot two key elements to any kick-ass romantic comedy plot: Sandra and Keanu. Whoa.

You know, I had my mouse pointer accidentally over the right hand of the guy in the last panel, and it looked like he was flipping the bird. I thought, "Wow! How saucy this artist has become!" and then I moved my mouse...*sigh*

Dear mr Bearskinrug,

I deeply apologize!

He dumped both girls right?

I really don't see how he's going to have sex with the giant floating cracker. Although I do imagine it to be quite the babe magnet.

Here's to elevating your standards due to babe magnets! I'm going to go buy a Porsche (and possibly a giant floating cracker)!

Lydia - Crackers are starved for love. And spreadable dip.

Gerren - Well... the people are half-sized, and the cracker is double-sized. So in the seventh frame, that better be a big small bird, or a small big bird. Or a medium bird.

Testmonkey - Are those code words for T & A? Because, if you'd noticed, that cracker is naked.

Asdfjkl - Haha... that would actually have been funny... :D

Colonel - Good call, Colonel! I'm going to get all my brown hair removed, and install blond hair plugs... get myself some extra attention...

I love how the magic floating cracker has some sort of reaction to the situation in panel 5, but only posses a one-word vocabulary to express it. Could the cracker possibly leave the groom for Mojo?

First I would like to take offense to the buttery love comment you made. Then I would like to make a smooth like butter move on both women the guy left for the cracker. And afterwards eat the cracker so I could absorb it's flying magic to become a flying man.

i like his sideburns.

kevin, what in god's name does that comic even mean.

also, the key to a romantic comedy is ben stiller, a terrible script, and a theater full of blockheads who actually enjoy romantic comedys.

again, sorry for desecrating the comments.

I like it when the Cracker says, "*FLOAT!?*"

That moment of revelation is utterly romatic.

Half-way to India, the cracker lost most of it's floating power, due to lack of in-flight entertainment and cuisine, the love struck male started getting the nibbles. This made them fly far too low over the famine struck areas of Bandalagishtan.

I hope it doesn't get moist then the man will have a soggy flying cracker. I guess then he could mold it into a woman figure. but I am just stopping here.

I love how the question and exclamation marks are attached to the *FLOAT* of the cracker. Like the airborne snack is pointing to itself saying, "ME?! Really?! OH I LOVE YOU TOO!"

Jared - I believe any bride would leave any groom for Mojo.

Russer - Don't be silly, Russ. Men can't fly!

Martha - They ARE quite striking.

Bandy - Ben Stiller? You're thinking of a Comedy with Romance. Romantic Comedies feature the Julia Robertses and Hugh Grantses of the world.

Opspraak - What a dismal scenario. And flying is scary enough without worrying that the plane will be eaten mid-flight.

Artbeard - Yeah. Wet crackers are the pits. Olive pits, however, are not the wet cracker.

JGWong & Terry - Crackers are often QUITE surprised to be wanted.

So close, yet in the words of Charles Bronson, "no dice." Definitely more interesting than most Richard Curtis movies I've seen. Who wouldn't want to end up with a rich, buttery cracker?

Definitely, that man has quite a CHEESY look on his face (wink wink, hint hint).

Falling in love with a buttery cracker that flies is just absurd, my dear sir!

Now, falling in love with a flaky buttery croissant, that is much more sensible.

Or an affair with a really rich cannoli. Maybe even a menage a troi with a lemon meringue pie!

Scott - But he's redeemed by being the director of numerous Mr. Bean shorts, including my all-time favorite, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Bean".

Credonaut - *groan* ;)

Dave - Yeah.... I could totally fall in love with a croissant right now. And then eat it. Though... I'm sure that's spousal abuse.

I don't know if I'd leave my loving bride for a saltine, but had the been a hovering Ritz, questions would have been asked.

Oh yeah - no Saltine is worth that. Nor is a triscuit, wheat thin, or melba toast. Water biscuits in general may be the cracker equivalent to Miss Havisham.

*chomp chomp chomp* he he he

Would you be able to fly said cracker to the moon? They would make quite the pair, but then you would have eaten your only ride home.

i am in love with a black olive called john the toilet.