Chapter three. I remember an old horror comic about a cartoonist who farmed out the writing, penciling and inking of his strip to three different guys, each unaware of the others' existence. All the "cartoonist" was capable of doing was ruling panel borders (he ends up murdering all three, they rise from the dead and slaughter him and finish his last strip in blood instead of ink). Anyway, if only being able to rule panel borders is the definition of incompetent cartooning, then I've crossed that frontier, because as you will see with these strips, I couldn't even manage that.
Nice sexy leg, though, in that last panel.