|Friday, April 1, 2011|
|Panel 1: Marie and Barbara are somewhere unspecified. Casey, dressed in rags and with long, messy hair, runs up to them.|
Barbara: Do you--
Marie: Casey? What--
Panel 2: Casey grabs Marie by the shoulders and shakes her.
Casey: What day is it?
Marie: It's, uh, it's--
Casey: What year?
Panel 3: Barbara casts a spell on Casey, freezing him in place.
Barbara: I told you: no messing with the fundamental nature of space-time. I shall have to place you in magical statis.
Marie: Oh, for...
Marie: Guys, seriously: does this comic have fantasy elements or not?
Casey: We may never know for sure.
Alt-Text: Yes, OF COURSE I'm the devil. You guys should know that by now.