I'll be on a plane all day today, so it is very likely that
Tuesday's comic won't be done until Tuesday afternoon (rather than
Monday evening). In the meantime, Happy Year Year (almost),
|Monday, December 31, 2012|
|Panel 1: In
the middle of the night, somewhere in Toronto, Marie sits on a bench
and pulls a spindle and a carding comb from a plastic bag as Evil Marie
Evil Marie: What's in the bag?
Marie: This thing...and this thing...and...uh...
Panel 2: She pulls out a tuft of something.
Evil Marie: It's hard to tell in this light, but is that the same colour as Casey's?
Marie: Does it matter? None of this makes any sense.
Evil Marie [points at the bag]: Hey...a bus transfer from Ely Station. We could go find that.
Marie [sarcastically]: And then, when we get there, we can spin this hair into gold!
Evil Marie: Little would surprise me at this point.
Alt-Text: And then a little man will turn up and start going on about his name.
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