Pim Comic Strip

How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.

Uncles of the Well-Dressed Albatross had long been plagued by Millicent Pinchbeck. Despite her long hours working as a tax auditor, Millicent still found time to lecture sad, lost creatures on the importance of temperance and civic propriety.

For Millicent knew all about Pim and Bim and their propensity for sealing themselves in jars. She used to pass them daily, back when she was an enforcer of government standards in Glim’s factories (the abysmal working conditions; the heinous environmental footprint.)

In her relentless search for Mr. Starbuck, Millicent would often pass the adobe abode of Pim and Bim. She had no time for their banal pleasantries.

Focused as she was on evaluating the lemonade, Millicent failed to notice her quarry passing within metres of her.

Despite being driven by duty and rectitude in her relentless pursuit of Mr. Starbuck, Millicent Pinchbeck was not above being diverted by a personal weakness.

Mr. Starbuck had been so successful at keeping one move ahead of Millicent that at times they felt themselves endpoints of a Euclidean line, possessing no formal properties beyond length and one-dimensionality.

In her youth, working as a bounty hunter, Millicent Pinchbeck had once captured Uncle Thales; luring him with a dating app and then delivering him to the authorities for tax evasion. Today, while questioning Thales’ nephew about Mr. Starbuck, she didn’t even sit down.

While selling cookies to employees in the correctional arts, Ukifune came upon a parole officer named Millicent Pinchbeck, who was pursuing a delinquent on her caseload.

Restless, the three figures wandered as they conversed, eventually crossing Salisbury Plain. Distressingly, Mr. Starbuck had not mended his ways. Miraculously, Brad had accepted his own limitations.

However, Brad misread the GPS, strayed from his mission, devolved to his former state, and encountered an old acquaintance. By chance—and not without ambivalence—Mr. Starbuck approached.