|Saturday, November 4, 2006|
|Panel 1: In
this colour comic, the long title panel has, at the far right, an image
of Rahim with a green-skinned alien tapping him on the shoulder. To the
left are incomprehensible words in what is apparently alien script.
They are subtitled "[WEST OF BATHURST]" and "[BY KARI MAAREN]."|
Panel 2: Marie, Rahim, Casey, and the blue-haired woman, whom I simply cannot believe I haven't named yet, are having dinner at a restaurant.
Marie: Rahim, I've been meaning to ask: how on earth did you end up chairing the DEF with Wendy?
Rahim: Ah. That's a bit of a strange story, actually.
Rahim: You see, one day last spring, I was sitting in the quad, reading about bowel disease, when two very tall, very pale people approached me.
Rahim: Before I could speak to them, everything went black. I woke up to find myself on an alien spacecraft with a bright green humanoid operating on my head.
Rahim: When I returned home a few hours later, I found that I had developed an overwhelming urge to indulge in a full year of pointless self-torture. I contacted Wendy immediately.
Panel 6: Everyone stares at Rahim.
Panel 7: Marie pats Rahim sympathetically on the shoulder.
Rahim: I mean, really: it's the only possible explanation.
Casey: I can buy that.
Alt-Text: It could happen to you too...