The grey character is supposed to be me as a cartoon animal. He's a squirrel named Scurrow. He may look a bit like a wolf. Well, that's because he's been taking wolf hormones. See, Scurrow feels he is a wolf on the inside. blah blah blah.
If perhaps you don't understand the reference here, the entire comic is a nod to these swiffer commercials, in which new-mop-struck woman throw their helpless previous mops to the curb after years of dedicated cleaning in order to make room for their newflangled jizz spraying pile of shit. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFbeP6YqHzg Isn't it just great when you spend your life getting your faced smooshed against the filthy floor without complaining, only to be tossed out at a whim? Yes, life is awesome.
I tend to personify everything, and if i were in that commercial, I would take my old mop back in a second, no questions ask, and probably start crying. Then i would make sure it lived out the rest of its life in comfort. (which would be forever since plastic never breaks down)
I wrote more of the lyrics than the commercial actually gives you. It's because I wanted to prove i know the song and have it on vinyl. (not)
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