|Monday, July 31, 2006|
|Panel 1: The
anxious young woman who just wants to go to bed, and whose name is
really going to need to be revealed soon, has finally made it to her
new room. We can see that the room has walls that are partly brick and
partly just blank white. The floor is made up of large tiles. The
woman's luggage is piled in a corner. She is smiling tiredly..|
Woman 1 [thinks]: Alone...finally. And it's too late for anything else to go wrong today.
Someone knocks on the door.
Panel 2: The woman opens the door, revealing another woman with unkempt hair (we know from the banner header that it is bright orange). She is wearing glasses.
Woman 2: Hi. We share a bathroom. I'm allergic to soap, so you'll have to never use any.
Panel 3: The first woman makes exactly the sort of face you would expect her to make upon receiving this information.
Panel 4: The first woman clutches at her own head as the second turns around and heads away.
Woman 1 [thinks]: Did I just friggin' cue Murphy's Law?
Woman 2: By the way, our other bathroom-mate is Satan.
Alt-Text: Enter Barbara, stage left...