Don’t let the rock-hard glutes fool you. Girl’s not stupid.
The problem with trying to find out information is that the data flow goes both ways. Our hero may have been a soldier and probably participated in a few interrogations, but he really should have been more guarded in his speech, especially to a woman who has been a fairly successful (if not actually magical) witch and is probably skilled at cold reads.
Of course, if he’d been more closed-mouth, she might not have given him anywhere near as much information. When you’re telling someone that you’re bound to the spirit of their dead best friend and that she only shows up when you don’t have a soul, a certain amount of explaining is going to be necessary.
And more below!
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You Can Rest When You’re Dead
Well, unless you’re our main character, of course. Being dead is when Max Reaper actually starts working.
As for Max-The-Artist, I gotta tell you, the reason this page was delayed was because he was working. And I know this for truth because I myself was prepared to pester him about it if I ever caught him in a free moment, and I couldn’t. Since his wife has gone back to work, Max brings the baby over for my wife and I to tend while he grinds, and grind he does. Fortunately, I myself just finished up a story-editing gig on a Netflix animated series so I could do a proper job of grandparenting, and Max sets up his portable arting studio in our dining room and plugs in his headset and does videoconferences with clients and draws commercials. All damn day.
In a way, he’s been grateful for the comic – he and I have always joked that the best way to get gigs is to have something else you’d rather be doing. Every time he’d start working on the page his agent would call to say he was booked on another job, starting immediately. So the page got delayed but Max got a ton of commercial work out if it. Every time I came in he’d be drawing a hamburger flying apart in three dimensions to display the succulent ingredients or some such thing.
I changed diapers. Been years, but it’s like riding a bicycle. It all comes back.
–Bob out
just another perfect partnership
But what about the important question of the cat’s name? And who has can-opener duty?
The cat is “Owta Dabagg”…
*hangs head in shame*
NoNameFred you are my hero.
I have taken control of the human, now take me to your tuna.
Cat has accepted ownership of new human servant, his shoulders are kitty’s throne.
Bow before kitty, mere mortals!
Dunt, dunt, DUUUUUUUUUNN! (Seriously, how do you spell a dramatic organ cue?)
“You aPURRRRRRRrrre getting sleeeeeeepPURRRRRRRRRRyy…”
So Max has to do all the work, and Bob gets to continue to [s]corrupt[/s] [I]educate[/I] the newest Forward in the important things in life.
“Gaga googoo BOOOM!”
She’s smart enough to figure all that out, hope she’s smart enough to not try to blackmail him.
Considering he kicked her butt last time one handed and not really trying, that would be a colossally stupid move.
My point exactly.
Brains, humor AND brawn. Cricket is the perfect package…just not for Max (or any other guy for that matter). Well, there’s always the cat, Max. 😉
Glad to hear that work is going well for Max the Artist, even if it means delays on comic pages. A working artist is an eating artist, and that’s important!
And the ads today are all for emergency kits. Somebody’s been watching the Harvey coverage a tad obsessively.