The Illusion of Harmony on the Shelves
When plastic containers are thrown away, the mugs argue about order, color and “harmony”.
When humans leave the office,
the kitchen dishes take over and say what HR never allowed.
When plastic containers are thrown away, the mugs argue about order, color and “harmony”.
Dishes discover the most sacred place in the office - the restroom.
Left alone for Christmas, dishes tour the empty office..
Left alone for Christmas, dishes tour the empty office..
Dishes discover the most sacred place in the office - the restroom.
Hungover dishes desperately reconstruct a New Year’s night nobody remembers clearly.
Abandoned containers face disposal and question their forgotten loyalty.
When plastic containers are thrown away, the mugs argue about order, color and “harmony”.
One container survives the purge by hiding under the fridge.
No one knows what kind of list. Everyone is terrified they’re on it.
The kitchen debates whether love is real or just something humans reheat once a year.
As the fruits panic about bruises, Sensei Lin and Bowl Namaste calmly share their wisdom about acceptance.

When humans leave the office, the dishes unionize, overshare, and spiral emotionally. The mugs finally speak up, the forks develop opinions, and the containers relive past lunches they’re not ready to discuss.
This comic series lives in the forgotten hours of the office kitchen, where abandoned cups judge silently, plates form cliques, and everyone has unresolved issues with the dishwasher. It’s workplace drama, just with more stains and fewer promotions.
Dark, absurd, and uncomfortably relatable, it’s a reminder that even ceramics break under pressure — especially when no one rinses them properly.
Meet the characters
Polish guy. Allergic to bullsh*t. Says what everyone else is afraid to say.
Tired of everything. Somehow still finds the energy to be triggered and offended.
Obsessed with order, rules, structure and.. sausages. No one is entirely sure if he’s German or Austrian.
Speaks with a heavy French accent. Makes everything sound insulting without trying.
Italian by pasta, dramatic by nature. Thinks every problem can be solved with louder hand gestures.
Always relaxed, never useful. Has a philosophy for everything.
Old, calm and wise. Shares wise advice, then leaves before explaining what it meant.
Life pressed him hard and he absorbed everything. Always tired, always disappointed. Slightly moldy from experience.
Cold inside, hard to break. Drinks to forget - never actually forgets.
Loud, red (orange?), loves applause. Absolutely certain he’s the best mug anyone has ever seen.
Gothic mood, emo soul. Permanently unimpressed by life. Already tired of tomorrow.
Too emo for small talk, too tired to explain. Carries his sadness like a personality trait.
Always angry and very patriotic. Runs on tea. Complains all the time and calls it British tradition.
Formerly bamboo, currently a bowl. Practices acceptance, not resistance.
Always pointing, never listening. Feels personally attacked by rules that apply to everyone.
Redneck, and proud of it. Loves guns, hates outsiders, and thinks forks were better “back then”.
Macho by culture. Considers calm behavior deeply suspicious. Loves drama and a sacred afternoon siesta.
Always in panic mode. Even silence feels dangerous.
Brings confusion wherever it goes. No one knows what it’s for, including itself.
Always on the move, never speaks. Routes don't exist to him. Drops food, disappears, leaves mystery behind.
Cold outside, quiet inside. Thinks sauna, silence, and alcohol can fix anything.
Always cold and hates microwaves. Permanently disappointed.
Talks about being simple, wears gold. Says be humble, wants the highest shelf. Looks holy, acts shady.
Empty inside, overexposed outside. Survives entirely on likes, checks notifications every nine seconds.
Smiling aggressively while adding zero value. Talks about feelings instead of fixing problems.
Made of crystal, speaks softly. Only drinks the fancy sparkling stuff. Made to celebrate, loves the attention.
Calm, aesthetic, and emotionally gentle. Into yoga, breathing, and endless self-search.
Glass royalty - respect is mandatory. Knows her worth and reminds you daily. Hand-wash only.
Listens to music instead of conversations. Lone night wolf by choice.
Be patient.
Probably Judging You.
New Character. Very Important. Probably..
Identity Protected for Legal Reasons.
You’re just not ready.
Was Here The Whole Time.
Classified Ceramic
Episode 2 content.
Episode 4 content.
Once upon a time, a friendly note with a down arrow appeared on the wall to gently explain
that abandoned containers would soon stop being a problem..
The mugs and abandoned containers kept talking until night.
The mugs went to sleep, the containers stayed awake, planning imaginary futures.
And that was their last meeting.. Abandoned containers were never to be seen again.
There was a note: abandoned containers would be thrown away on Friday, January 29.
Friday was still four days away.
But the containers were already gone.
Someone didn’t wait. And mugs always notice when something is missing..
The kitchen became quiet again.
No plastic. No noise. Just mugs, looking at each other differently.
The shelf was still full. But something has changed.
And “harmony” clearly meant different things to different mugs..