XJulia: Is he all right?
Alain: Reckon he's got a bullet wedged in his shoulder blade.
Julia: What? Why hasn't he seen a doctor?
Alain: Cause hell ain't frozen over yet. 'sokay, tell the street to stop worryin'. I got a plan.
Julia: The 'drug his food until he acts rationally' plan? He mentioned that one.
Alain: Nah. He got one a those metabolism things. 'slike, you dope him an' nothin' happens, so you give him a double dose an' nothin' happens, so you dump some more in an' then he's on the floor an' goin' all blue an' you got to do that weird shit with -- with the, uh, stuff up his nose --
Julia: I was joking.
Alain: Oh. I... was joking too?
Junie: I wondered why he was eatin' all his meals straight from the can.
Alain: Reckon he's got a bullet wedged in his shoulder blade.
Julia: What? Why hasn't he seen a doctor?
Alain: Cause hell ain't frozen over yet. 'sokay, tell the street to stop worryin'. I got a plan.
Julia: The 'drug his food until he acts rationally' plan? He mentioned that one.
Alain: Nah. He got one a those metabolism things. 'slike, you dope him an' nothin' happens, so you give him a double dose an' nothin' happens, so you dump some more in an' then he's on the floor an' goin' all blue an' you got to do that weird shit with -- with the, uh, stuff up his nose --
Julia: I was joking.
Alain: Oh. I... was joking too?
Junie: I wondered why he was eatin' all his meals straight from the can.
When last we saw.... Julia - Alain - Junie
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January 17, 2013
So then the heat sink on my computer died. The only rational explanation is that the universe hates my comic (or, possibly, that I shouldn't let the toddler push the sleep button 20 times in rapid succession. Although we're still not sure how that could cause the heat sink to go....)
Back now, trying to get on something resembling schedule again, somewhat morbidly interested in seeing what the universe has planned next to stop me.
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