Originally I had envisioned Paul landing in Russia and accidentally joining the Russian mafia, and all sorts of exciting things happen from there. But as I was writing it, it was becoming pretty violent and not all that funny, so my sister Alysha pitched some ideas to me and we settled on him joining a dance team instead. A dance team... run by an irritable orangutan. Makes sense.
The establishing shot in the first panel is based on some photos of Latvian buildings I found. That's supposed to be snow on the ground.
Have you noticed Paul keeps getting more and more disheveled?