Z-9's Intergalactic Delivery Disaster

Z-9 (or "Zed" as he prefers) stands frozen in panic at the doorstep of a floating crystal palace on Planet Xyloph-9. His delivery package glows ominously purple, and behind him, ancient alien statues with multiple eyes are beginning to crack and glow red. His tiny hovering drone companion Bleep hovers nervously nearby, beeping frantic warnings. The palace towers above with iridescent spires catching the golden sunset light, while three moons hang in the alien sky. This was supposed to be a simple delivery gig, but Zed's anxiety circuits are firing at maximum capacity. His toaster arm is sparking nervously, and his vacuum hose arm keeps sucking up small rocks from the palace steps. Somewhere in his memory banks, he's regretting every life choice that led him to this moment. The question isn't whether something will go wrong—it's how spectacularly wrong it will go, and whether his warranty covers "accidental intergalactic incidents."

Panel 1·by BeanMachine