that Doc and the Gang are now going to duct tape/stable gun their mask to their faces now and/or Take a mallet to some heads? That, or it's just simply a mark that I've been reading this comic for a (too) long time, when the second thing I think of is "HEY! They aren't wearing mask!" XD
The first was: "Congratulations Doc for surviving the Shop accidents, explosions, biological fridge based hazards, spontaneous Zombie breakout IRS Tax audits for requesting a Tax break on High Explosives, DARPA rejected Experimental equipment, various MiB agents, an avatar of Death, Sandy, Pirta, Larry and Darryl, the various Customers tempting to see if you can plead in court "Not guilty by reason of their stupidity" for hitting them with a Mallet because they walk in on Friday, and tell you they need their gun repaired before a Tournament, and it's going to be happening that weekend, and Alaska it self to reach Comic 1500. "
When are the other Webcomic artist holding a Roast for you? And will Adam and Jamie be hosting it? If so, the dining room/theater you're renting out does have an Insurance Policy that covers Cannon fire, .50BMG and C4 related damages right?
In the mean time, I propose a toast (Please raise your bottles of 'Dew in salute, ladies and gentlemen) to another 1500 comics filled with Hi-Ex, Time Paradoxes, More Dakka, Experimental equipment failures, Deep Fried Walrus, extreme BBQing, comics of hilarious hijinks Kept maintained somehow together through liberal use of Hammers, and Duct Tape to a Comic all about these things happening in one Shop (Occasionally though, In Basement floor 12, Section C, Sub Sector Kilo Foxtrot), oh and occasionally about that Paintball Sport thing as well. Don't know what that's all about though :P