Poor Anna. Not only does she have to pull clean-up duty, she's also caught a little bit of Alice's internal-conflict disorder.
But hey, at least she's apparently found something to take her frustrations out on, so it's sort of win-lose, right?!
Any ways - we're back to our regular programmed scheduling! Hope everyone had a nice holiday break!
~M
That ray gun needs urgent repair and maintenance, assuming it doesn't just blow up first thing on the next page like it seems poised to do...
One day i'll summon the energy to draw up a joke page in which everyone just dies from one of these switch-and-bait cliffhangers :D
Oscar the Grouch is like Level 75. Ain't nothing singing his hair.
Plus, he's got that metal trash can to ground out the energy blast. EMP shielding. He's a very advanced creature, that Oscar.
Malfunctioning sidearm, an apparent danger by Anna's reckoning, and Alice right in the middle!
Same Shit, Different Day!
All is not as it appears, I'm sure, but I'm reminded of a wise old saying:
"That which does not kill me has made a tactical error."
Now the only question that remains is whether Anna's deliberately chosen Alice's raygun because it won't work, and is thus an empty threat, or if it was the most handy weapon in that moment. I suspect the former.
love this whole page, partly because I'm getting pretty fond of Anna, but also because I can sorta relate to her, at least in the first panel, where she corrects herself re: tactical vs. strategic. Yes I'm just as prone to correcting myself as others, but I'm more polite to others than myself. :D
Especially like the transition in facial expressions and body language from panels 4 to 5. Anna may dress like "Hot Topic" roadkill, but at least she's decisive. :)
When my third (current and everlasting) spouse and I first met, she had an 8-year-old daughter, and I had a 7-year-old son. Despite a huge gap in intelligence, they got along really well. We’d take long trips with the kids and quickly learned that, gaming together on their GameBoys, she would design intricate and truly masterful strategies and allow him to come up with the correct tactics at each step of her plan. As a result, the Mrs and I began referring to the kids as “Strategy” (her) and Tactics (him). It worked really well for several years. When I disclosed this to each kid separately (her at age 29, him at 28), I was surprised to discover that although both kids recalled my wife and I openly discussing Strategy and Tactics, they never caught on to what we were discussing. My stepdaughter said she knew the terms were code for something, but she always figured we were discussing sex stuff and, therefore, simply tuned us out.
Haha that's awesome!
And also, now you got me thinking about the old days I'd spend riding in the back of a car playing Gameboys with my brother.
Straining to see in the dark, playing the game one street light at a time...
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