Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

And suddenly, a pleasant weekend fishing for a Big and Little Brother turns into a brutal fight for survival with a blood-thirsty criminal and his deadly moll! Well, Lee is pretty intimidating for a guy in a tank top and his arm in a sling.

Oh, who am I kidding? The most threatening one out there is Niki and his ‘tude.

This is probably why I don’t read the Archie-type comics much.  Thanks to Little Guy from CC for sparing me (most of) the horror.  I don’t know if this is much in the way of gratitude…

Well, heck. Apartment 3G finally got me reeled in. I still don’t know who everyone is (I guess in the case of the young males there, it really doesn’t matter), because the real important aspect is — MARGO!!! All the time! 24/7! Ask for her by name!

Who knew that predatory fish from Mark Trail, when not lying in wait for helpless ducklings, menace the fine residents of NYC?

Lisa’s demise was handled well. Everything around it, less so. I have to admit that I’m pleased with the quiet serenity of Lio being there; funny how he shows up at the right time. And I liked playing around with the Day of the Dead — Gus Arriola did that very well.

What are the odds that tongues were such a significant topic on the same day in different strips? What are the odds that I wouldn’t capitalize on that fact?

Lies! Deception! Two-Timing Bastages! (Oh, look…ribs!)

In the words of the boyfriend of the daughter of my favorite Sith Lord, “I have a bad feeling about this.”