At the time this strip was made, Ryan and I were trying to get a cool looking Dos Factotum ad going. I’m unsure about the details, since most of my life was spent playing online poker with Ryan’s parent’s credit card (and what’s online poker without copious amounts of memory-wiping Jamison?), but I think it involved Ryan sitting in the foreground holding up a cigarette while I humped an attractive woman with her panties around her knees holding a condom (still in its wrapper - thus representing our character) towards the camera in my outstretched Mexi-hand.
The problem was that we were never able to find a woman willing to pose for the photograph, even if I assured her that her face would be blurred. Then we lowered our expectations and said we only needed everything below the waist. She could bend over out of the frame and I’d put a sock around my junk so as to not accidentally impregnate her. She could even be wearing a skirt and a thong, since we could have an ad filled with beaver anyway.
For some reason, no one went for it.
If we had the above bear as a friend, I’m pretty sure we could have forced it into the ad. Because bears are weak willed.