|Tuesday, October 4, 2011|
|Panel 1: Marie is at her dining-room table, working on her laptop; books are spread out on the table in front of her|
Casey [from off panel, weakly]: ......Marie?
Panel 2: Marie runs over to the futon. Casey is sitting up and clutching his head.
Marie: Feeling better?
Casey: I think so. I...don't really remember coming here.
Casey [startled]: Something's happened to my hair.
Marie: Rahim cut it.
Casey: That explains the faint recollection of withering sarcasm.
Marie: It would, yes.
Alt-Text: When you think of all the things Rahim could have done with those scissors...