Panel 1:Percival couldn't leave well-enough alone, and had to go shoot the poor slob. Now he's got an atomic wedgie and a sucking chest wound. Sucks to be a hard-up gambler, that's for sure.
Panel 2:Christ, that motherfucker is dense.
Panel 3:Or maybe he's bullet-proof. The fact that some unknown assailant just shot his mullet-headed friend there doesn't seem to phase Mark in the least. Apparently, he's going to amble off to the jeep with that slab of meat like he's taking a walk down to the local ice cream shop.
July 18, 2009
Panel 1:I'm thinking that Percival came to this assassination with a toy gun. I don't know how else to explain its incongruous size.
Panel 2:On the other hand, if your toy gun fires incendiary rounds strong enough to cause toxic waste to explode, does it matter that it's a toy? Of course, we may not be witnessing the results of Percival Carrington's shot. It could be that Mark is resorting to his old Jedi tricks and just used the Force (look at his right hand!) to give Joey the Mullet the wedgie to end all wedgies.
July 17, 2009
Panel 1:Apparently, guilt is an excellent hair tonic. Joey the Mullet's eponymous hair-do appears to be increasing in size and lushness.
Panel 2:Or, perhaps, guilt just transforms you into Michael Landon. I'm not sure.
Panel 3:Percival, that .17 HMR, while packing a punch, seems a tad small for the game you're hunting.
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