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Have a fantastic week everyone! Feeling good here, was a productive weekend, got another Clash book finished (at least my part) and always a bit of a high when a project gets done!
Updated this post with the correct text (I’d just finished next Monday’s update and had that one in my head as I was prepping this one, cause I’m dumb.)
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Evil glared at Lech and stuck his tongue out. “That looks like burnt shit in a pan. What exactly are you trying to feed us??
Their latest argument quickly spiralled into a fight, armed with kitchen implements and a hot element, and Gimp hovering in the rear and aiming his extinguisher at them. Murder covered Crack’s ears with his wings and Gay rolled his eyes, turning his chair away from the spectacle. Prozac and Cara were oblivious, tucked away with just each other, so Sara turned to Gay, still feeling rather good about, well, everything at the moment. Gay passed her a strawberry scone and a wry grimace. “I’ll make dinner after.”
She smiled. “No worries Gay, I’m sure the 2nd batch of tacos will turn out. And we have other things to think about.”
She gestured to the lovely big salmon sitting wrapped in the middle of the table. “Perhaps you can explain what the fish has to do with the lions?”
Gay tugged on his bow tie and frowned. “How much do you remember about that old owl’s stash of hallucinogens and the murderous Crack incident?….”
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September 25th, 2023 at 4:40 am
Looks like next week’s text is accompanying this week’s comic. Ignoring the elephant in the room that Crack eats popcorn in the future (and without any pressure or trickery, Prozac and Death take notes) here’s what this week’s comic actually says:
Evil glared at Lech and stuck his tongue out. “That looks like burnt shit in a pan. What exactly are you trying to feed us??”
Their latest argument quickly spiralled into a fight, armed with kitchen implements and a hot element, and Gimp hovering in the rear, aiming his extinguisher at them. Murder covered Crack’s ears with his wings and Gay rolled his eyes, turning his chair away from the spectacle. Prozac and Cara were oblivious, tucked away with just each other, so Sara turned to Gay, still feeling rather good about, well, everything at the moment. Gay passed her a strawberry scone and a wry grimace. “I’ll re-make dinner after.”
She smiled. “No worries Gay, I’m sure the 2nd batch of tacos will turn out. And we have other things to think about ” She gestured to the lovely big salmon sitting wrapped in the middle of the table. “Perhaps you can explain what the fish has to do with the lions?”
Gay tugged on this bow tie and frowned. “How much do you remember about that old owl’s stash of hallucinogens and the murderous Crack incident?…”
September 25th, 2023 at 4:46 am
This looks like a normal day in life at the zoo.
I mean that intentionally.
September 25th, 2023 at 9:43 pm
Oh, lord… it looks like the lions might just be getting what’s coming to them! I was worried that little plot thread would go unsolved… but that still leaves the question of who’s at fault for pointing the bears at them- the monkeys, or perhaps something else…
September 26th, 2023 at 2:57 pm
Aaah Classic that one roommate who can’t cook for S#it!