Monday, January 21, 2008 |
Panel 1: Somewhere in Davies, Baldwin reaches out and touches Reg on the arm. Baldwin: You're dead. Reg: Damn it, Baldwin! Panel 2: Marie wanders up behind Baldwin while Tom peers around Reg. Baldwin: You're my fifth kill. Who am I after next? Reg [looks sidelong at Tom]: Uh... Panel 3: Baldwin touches Tom on the arm. Baldwin: You're dead. Tom: Damn it, Baldwin! Panel 4: Marie and Reg stand side by side. Marie: He has got to be the luckiest person in the universe. Reg: If I ever start buying lottery tickets, I'm getting my numbers from him. Alt-Text: This sort of thing happens. One year, a Masseyite was at breakfast when his victim walked into the room. The guy killed the victim. A couple of minutes after that, the victim's victim walked in. The guy killed the victim's victim. A couple of minutes after THAT, the victim's victim's victim walked in. I'm sure you can guess what happened next. Go to commentary |
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