Now, Crock has never been sane. Yesterday's comic, which I'm kind of sad I didn't see in time, is a case in point; it involves Grossie (the Fat-Women-Are-Hilarious character in orange you can see below) inadvertently poisoning an entire regiment with "hash." Today's comic is just as insane in a different way. Sad-sack Figowitz thinks he's a failure, so Grossie tells him to smile if he wants the world to smile with him. Figowitz smiles. Then...
...the world...goes away? The world winks out? The sun goes down? Someone turns off the lights? The world does not want to smile with Figowitz? Trite sayings don't apply to Figowitz? Figowitz is the Cheshire Cat? Figowitz is in the dark about...stuff?
I just like writing "Figowitz"?
I don't know, Crock creators*...I think you need help. Seriously, dudes: the fact that you think you are funny tells me that you are actually both freaking lunatics. Why are people paying you for your nonsensical scribbles? I shall pound my head on walls!
Medievalisation only helps marginally here; Crock is insane in a medieval context as well as a modern one. Clearly, this strip is an allegory gone awry. Figowitz, as Everyman, is despairing because he doesn't seem to succeed at anything he tries. Grossie pops up as Truth or Good Deeds or something and points out, in a cliche that was old even in the 1350s, that There's No Use Complaining Because a Positive Attitude Conquers All (and besides, if you suffer in this life, perhaps you will be all warm and happy and blissful and harp-playing in the next life, especially if you're all paid up in indulgences, or something). Figowitz smiles and immediately turns into Job.
My theory is that each panel has been created by a different monk...not one of our regular bunch, but some visiting monks who have amused themselves by having a comic jam. They meant to burn the results, but Brother Lawrence, who wouldn't recognise "humour" if it joined him in prayer, sent it in to the syndicate. Thanks a lot, Brother Lawrence.
*Why the hell does it take two of you to churn out this hideous monstrosity from Hades? Inquiring minds want to know.