I mentioned before that Kevin and Kell’s predation issue is rather hard to comprehend. It’s an alien morality code, and its use varies wildly between ingenious and plain incomprehensible. But Kevin and Kell is just a funny family-friendly comic strip that you could see in your morning paper — and you may do, if you live in the right locations, I reckon –, right?

…Almost.

This series of strips go on about a “Camouflage Pageant”. Out and about, I’ll say it takes the usuall K&K over-explaining flaw and turns it to eleven by exposing its premise practically every day again and again. It’s annoying. But that’s not the point I’m here to tackle this time. Oh no. Here’s what: this camouflage pageant is judged in a unique form that only Holbrook could cook up: the winner is the last one standing against the carnivore “judges”. Here we have implied snuff, but that’s not quite the worst, I can take it as light-hearted predation humor — as light-hearted as “predation humor” can be.

But this here is outright… disturbing.

The slow description of what’s about to happen… the impeding doom… a certain feeling of deception and treachery. You know, suddenly, I realize: these are the Hunger Games: Domain Edition. Yea, must be. Except in this case the last contestant standing gets to be eaten anyway, to the pleasure of the numb-minded audience that pleas for on-screen death. I mean, if they didn’t, maybe they should not be watching the pageant in the first place.

Also, what's a tiger doing in a pageant meat for prey?

I’m pretty sure Holbrook is not planning to take a turn to the dark and gritty, but if he is, I’ll say: he’s doing it right.