|I know most of you don't really care about the colour comics right now and, in fact, wish I would stop pausing on every seventh strip to write inconsequential things that don't relate to Casey and OH FOR THE LOVE TO MURPHY WOULD YOU PLEASE RELIEVE THE UNBEARABLE UNBEARABLE SUSPENSE, but I shall just remind you that all the Barbara-hates-marking strips are collected here.|
|Monday, March 21, 2011|
|Panel 1: Ursula, Marie, and Barbara are in Ursula's office.|
Marie: None of this makes sense.
Ursula: It's the truth.
Marie: But where did Casey come from?
Ursula: I don't know.
Marie: What were the terms of the deal?
Ursula: I can't say.
Marie: Why am I involved?
Ursula: I have some theories there. The problem is that if I state them, you're going to want to punch me in the face.
Marie: If you don't state them, I'm going to want to rip your head from your still-living body with my bare hands.
Ursula [wide-eyed]: So here's what I'm thinking...
Alt-Text: Oh, come on...she hadn't even got to the bit about wearing your skull as a hat yet.
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