|Wednesday, October 24, 2007|
|Panel 1: A
dishevelled Marie opens the door of her residence room and finds Casey
standing in the hallway. He is smiling and holding a tray with food on
Casey: Hi. It's two p.m.; I brought you some lunch.
Panel 2: Marie sits on her terrible woven chair, the tray in her lap. Casey crouches beside her.
Marie: I went crazy again, didn't I?
Casey: A little. It's actually kind of sweet.
Marie: It's going to be happening a lot if we can't figure out how to stop Wolfgang from hijacking House Committee meetings.
Casey: You could memorise Robert's Rules of Order.
Panel 4: Casey sits on the floor and leans against the chair.
Marie: Any ideas that don't involve me doing yet more extra work?
Casey: Sorry...fresh out.
Alt-Text: I do not believe in burning books. Nonetheless, if I had a chance to burn every existing copy of _Robert's Rules of Order_, I would probably take it.