I think I almost pissed my pants laughing when I first read The Loneliest Astronauts.
Buddy-type stories are nothing new in fiction, even ones where people act like they hate each other because that usually is written to just be a cover for some sort of twisted type of “REAL” friendship with love and hugs and shit like that.
I’m pretty sure Steve seriously just hates Dan, though. And I’m fine with that.
This is pretty much just balls-out black humor about two people, stuck in space with no hope of ever seeing other people, blue skies, or real bacon ever again. Kevin Church is a great writer, and Ming Doyle’s art is surprisingly expressive considering these guys are inside space suits the whole time.
And of course, they’re my favorite type of characters. Well, one is. The asshole who hates the other guy, the hapless boob.