Do you think Laird Roger also has some lackeys secretly working on his Beau Peep strips?
Bound to, there will be one to hold the pencil in the corner of the Lairds mouth while he's thinking [probably two, working shifts], and one to move the paper around as he writes, mindful of sprained wrists. Maybe a wee one crouched on the desk to wipe the Laird's furrowed brow...handy for the chimney cleaning too.
Perhaps we could get Rob to do some research, see if the strips got funnier at any point?