I'll be on a plane all day today, so it is very likely that
Tuesday's comic won't be done until Tuesday afternoon (rather than
Monday evening). In the meantime, Happy Year Year (almost),
everyone! |
Monday, December 31, 2012 |
Panel 1: In
the middle of the night, somewhere in Toronto, Marie sits on a bench
and pulls a spindle and a carding comb from a plastic bag as Evil Marie
watches. Evil Marie: What's in the bag? Marie: This thing...and this thing...and...uh... Panel 2: She pulls out a tuft of something. Marie: ...hair? Evil Marie: It's hard to tell in this light, but is that the same colour as Casey's? Panel 3: Marie: Does it matter? None of this makes any sense. Evil Marie [points at the bag]: Hey...a bus transfer from Ely Station. We could go find that. Panel 4: Marie [sarcastically]: And then, when we get there, we can spin this hair into gold! Evil Marie: Little would surprise me at this point. Alt-Text: And then a little man will turn up and start going on about his name. Go to commentary |