My comic's fallen into a pattern!

I FEEL LIKE THERE'S A DEFINITE PATTERN TO THIS COMIC! I SLAPPY, HOARD THE LONG DREARY COMMENTS, WHILE YOU, SLIPPY, THINK OF SOMETHING THAT RELATES TO MY WALL OF TEXT, AND FINALLY FLUFFYKNOB THE III MAKES SOME WEIRD RANDOM COMMENT SUPPORTED BY A BARK, WOOF OR WHINE TO UNDERLINE THAT IT'S THE POODLE'S SENTENCE... (WHAT??? WE ARE JUST COMIC CHARACTERS???); MEOW! MEOW! I REFUSE TO BE A STEREOTYPE!