Friday, July 22, 2011 |
Panel 1: In
an imaginary enchanted forest, Marie, Evil Marie, and a reasonable
approximation of Casey are watching a younger Marie crying on a rock. Marie: What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Panel 2: Marie: I get it, okay? That was a terrible day, and it did things to my head. But I'm not that girl any more. I've moved on. Evil Marie: *Pfft* Panel 3: Evil Marie: Look, no offence, dominant personality, but we're trapped in a fairy-tale forest with a scary monster and a damsel in distress. I mean, even I can see the metaphor here. Panel 4: Evil Marie: Now into the woods! Marie: I don't have to sing, do I? Casey: Maybe just a little. Alt-Text: I sort of hate to ask it, but do you have a basket? Go to commentary |