By bats | May 8, 2009 - 11:31 pm
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Trust Me, I'm a Doctor
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I tend to save certain comic strip panels “for later”–you never know when you need a June Morgan O-face, or a Rex-sitting-on-a-bed illustration, or a Giant Squirrel, or an Abbey Spencer/Daisy Dukes reference. These were three panels that were hurriedly cut-and-pasted into a file and forgotten for a few days. Looking at them, the little tete’-a-tete” between Sarah and Rex just wrote itself.
(Rex’s expression in Panel 3 still freaks me out…)
And now back to the exciting plot. It seems that Rex and Sarah’s come-to-Jesus talk is drawing to a close…
At this rate, the ship stores will be empty by noon.
And with the worried look on June’s face:
We should all remember those famous words of Muffaroo, one of the Comics Curmudgeon‘s site’s poets laureate:
Little Willy, Boston bound
Turned up in the Lost and Found.
June found him alone with Rex.
Like all of us, she thought of sex.
I must be the only person who’s never seen When Harry Met Sally, because I loathe Meg Ryan. Still, I can appropriate the title, and Willy’s mop-top gives Meg’s bed-head a run for its money.
There’s been a lot of panels to have fun with, and I’m sorta, kinda trying to stay away from the very most obvious direction:
Okay, sometimes avoiding that direction works, sometimes not:
The tenacious and aggressively insightful June finally breaks Sarah. Just as she has with Rex, Gretchen, Abby, and countless others…but, is it worth it?
Are you really happy, June?
I mean…REALLY?
On the other end of the spectrum is Rex. It’s the little things in life that make Rex happy.
Little, underage things…
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