Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Gentle Pressure

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Try saying this -- with Slasher's dramatic inflection -- the next time somebody at work hands you a memo. Guaranteed laughs! (Or a swift termination.)

Okay, let me see if I understand this. Slasher spent several panels hunkered down in an alleyway, assembling a device that could have easily fit in a nondescript cardboard box and just transported to that location without anybody giving him a second look. And he did this while wearing a bright orange aviator's helmet with attached goggles and green coveralls with gigantoid black polka-dots. So there goes the argument that that he didn't want to attract attention. So what was the point of all this? Oh yeah: DRAMA!!!

Next: Something happens! Possibly!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

To be fair, narrating in fluent rant in your apartment is just sad. It's like drinking alone or something.

I just realized that this panel follows the last. Duh.

"I must weld the circuits and relays into solid place, and to do that...I MUST USE MY EYES!

"For I did not bring a soldering iron, thinking that, perhaps, my gymnast sidekick might. Yet there the Fool(tm) stands, twirling his ribbon, freestyle, whilst I alone, ahem, weld such flotsam into solid place. Y'know, it's actually a good thing I remembered to bring my eyes at all.

"Wait, we could have bought a transmitter!? Only at Radio Shack could there be more DRAMA!"

Blockade Boy said...

"...twirling his ribbon, frestyle..."

Dang it, I wish I'd thought of that. I respectfully doff my Zorro mask to you, good sir or madame!