It continues…

It always nice to have a little interlude (read, I like to screw things up!):

And then, back to the action!

(Editor’s note: (we got an editor?!??) the panel with Wilbutt wallowing in his own dinner, or possibly filth, was a Major Hit with the Reders of the CC!)

But in my defense…

…Dr. Morgan is still doctoring! In a hospital and all! Whether the advice is good is another matter.

No, really, he does know these things!

At least we know that Rex has an excellent bedside manner; his patients are usually devoid of such things.

…that Mama Thel doesn’t take care of her family!

A number of readers are finding fault with Estelle, who lost $10K to an internet scam artist and will likely fall for Wilbur as well. I hardly know Estelle, but someone who adopts a one-eyed stray kitty is okay in my book. I’d rather see drunk, loud-mouthed, self-pitying Wilbur Weston as an endangered species.

Sooooo….while waiting for something to happen (Wilbutt still has to be drunk, right), I spent a little time doodling and borrowing some props from a Blondie strip:

AND THEN…it happened!!!! Sweet, glorious fed uppityness! I hate to think Estelle will regret her actions, but for now, I will just revel in them!

No, I guess not. At the end of history, the only things that will be left are rats, cockroaches, and Les Moore.

…by the disgustingly polluted sea. (But, oh! Those abs!)

…yeah, as if Mary doesn’t know what’s going on in Charterstone…Santa Royale…the United States….Earth….

And it’s not like Wilbur gives a damn….purple drank….

Well, that’s what it is: half yak, half domestic cattle, anything to keep things interesting.

…has really very little to recommend it.

Things get better (or more interesting, at least) when he thinks that a little Dutch courage will get him through the evening. Have a good time falling into canals, Herr Wilbur!