Friday, March 27, 2009

As queer as a $200 bill.

March 27, 2009

Panel 1: This panel really captures some of the worst aspects of the Jackelrod Sphere's writing style: stilted dialog in which two characters more or less repeat the events of past strips by telling the other what that person did. Real humans don't converse this way. Can you imagine what life would be like if the Jackelrod Sphere were in control?

Me: Remember last night. You cooked dinner.
Wife: Yes, and you bitched about how bland it was.
Me: Yup, and you slapped me silly.
Wife: And you cried like a little girl.
Me: And you laughed at me.
Wife: Ahhhh, good times. Let's go burn a mudfish in the fireplace.
Me: Okay, but don't hit me.*

Panel 2: Can't? Or don't want to? Judging from the look on his face in Panel 3, someone needs to get the Elf an English tutor.

Panel 3: The Elf must be an easy mark, I count three bills in that stack. Unless the U.S. is printing $200 bills, then the sum of dollars in that stack is going to be less than the $500 offered.

* While the nonchalant domestic violence and burning mudfish in this imaginary (I swear!) dialog is pure Jackelrod Sphere, perceptive readers will surely note that the reversal of gender roles is decidely unjackelrodian. I blame it on those damn women-libbers.

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