life-on-zorblax

A six-panel comic set in a reddish desert landscape. A naked, bearded human man wearing a collar stands before a tall green alien. The man panics, shouting whether he has been brought to be enslaved, dissected, or eaten; the alien flatly replies "Nah." The alien calmly explains it runs a small factory making berzelium-derived lubricants for lawncare tools, and that on the planet Zorblax, businesses with at least four humans can legally be considered ranches for tax purposes. It adds that there is free food, shelter, internet, and healthcare, and all the man has to do is not die. The man, overcome, stammers "I... my god, but... I..." as the alien starts to reassure him. In the final panel the man drops to the ground and crawls toward the alien, gushing "Praise to our alien lords! All hail Zorblax!" Votey: a close-up of the bearded man's worried face as he asks, "Can the other humans be more attractive and hygienic than me?"