|Monday, October 4, 2010|
|Panel 1: Barbara and Marie are sitting on a ledge in front of a stone wall.|
Barbara: The police are looking for Casey now?
Marie: They say they are.
Marie: They made it clear they thought he'd just left for his own reasons, and I was overreacting.
Barbara: I don't think you need to worry about him. As supreme ruler of the fiery expanses of Hell, he probably doesn't undergo all that much unbearable torment himself.
Marie: Everything you say is so comforting.
Barbara: Why, I'll bet he even has his own minions.
Alt-Text: I would like to have my own minions. They could do my marking for me. I have to start marking again tomorrow. *Sob*