…we get a strip of Liz recalling her ex-loves. Who really weren’t. Because they weren’t. Really. No, not at all. Because, you know, Asshathony is her only true love. Really. And she doesn’t even have to say something saccharine like “I love you” to him. He just knows. Like osmosis. Or something. They’re that much in synch. Oh, I left some cookies by the sink. I better put them away. Or I could just eat them and buy more. Yeah, that’s a good idea.
Anyway, a couple of anti-strips that would most likely make Liz dissolve into a puddle of distressed, denying tears (Good.):
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