|Thursday, August 10, 2006|
|Panel 1: We see a close-up of Marie's face. She is staring despondently into the middle distance.|
Marie [thinks]: I'm never going to fit in here.
Panel 2: Marie walks unhappily past a brick wall.
Marie [thinks]: This isn't a graduate residence; it's a lifestyle. I can't be like these people. I can't think the way they do. I can't--
Panel 3: A smoking hot blond gentleman dressed in a nice shirt and tie appears in front of Marie.
Man: Hi there.
Panel 4: Marie gazes after the retrating man, a reasonably lustful smile growing on her face. Barbara pokes her head into the panel.
Marie [thinks]: --afford not to fit in here.
Barbara: I see you've met Satan. Yes, that's brimstone you smell.
Alt-Text: Here comes a character who is freaking fun to draw...