The first time I saw the commercial, I thought it might be a joke. Once I ascertained that it wasn’t, we made a joke of it.
You ought to hear the battles we have on this end over minutiae. I am a set-up perfectionist with only a vague idea as to what the fleeting emotional notion of perfection might mean. And when every attempt at perfection takes a chunk of drawing time, you could imagine why Will might resent my tendency. Or flat out refuse it. Suffice it say we had some such hoopla over here over a part of this strip, and I imagine you couldn’t in a million years (well, say 5 guesses) figure out what it was about.