Comments on: p. 162 (Chapter Six)

By: Nate

Nate — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 08:17:02 +0000

By the way, Vessa's friends might not haul her around at gunpoint, but they *do* experiment with explodey hyperdrives. And she herself is a Space Chemist, which means she's probably worked with several things not even a mad Drug Chemist would touch.

By: Quieteyes

Quieteyes — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 02:49:47 +0000

That’s all fine and all, but where’s Perry?

By: Stewart

Stewart — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 23:12:25 +0000

I could not bear to wait, so... This is clearly how the conversation will go. Note my cunning use of the current comic page and Photoshop. And please accept my apologies for the use of Comic Sans. (That's right. ***ing platypuses.)

By: Insectoid

Insectoid — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 21:02:25 +0000

@Nate: ROFL!

By: J. Wilde

J. Wilde — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 14:47:25 +0000

Oh, and congratulations, Tara. The story needed a villain, and you have created one that I truly loathe and wish to see meet an agonizing, horrific, and suitably ironic end. Perhaps his salvation should rest upon timely and decisive action, and the Galaxion crew (Scavina or Vessa I think would be best for this) can hem and haw and otherwise stall their way into doing absolutely nothing for him while appearing all the while to care deeply about his concerns.

Yes, I think this would be best.

By: J. Wilde

J. Wilde — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 14:41:34 +0000

At this point I have come to expect that Carl will answer any pertinent question by staring moon-faced at them and solemnly intoning I like pie…

By: Nate

Nate — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 05:57:59 +0000

Well now, I reckon it was about 10 am on a Thursday, September it was, I remember it now quite clearly, and there I was strolling down the road with an onion on my belt, which was the fashion at the time…

Oh and then your ship went all ‘kablooey’ in our atmosphere and started a nuclear war which killed five billion people. And from the nuclear ashes arose the Hello Kitty Terminators. Only one man stood against them, said his name was ‘Peter Jackson’. Course he was mad as a polecat, what with the time travel and the vampire monkeys and the dead risin’ and all, and after he declared himself Supreme God-Emperor of the Garden Supplies Aisle of Meglo-Mart we had ourselves a real war on our hands.

And so here we are. More chamomile tea?

By: Gus

Gus — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 22:43:11 +0000

I guess she did sort of ask the question I expected “Where the hell is my husband?”

By: Glennnn

Glennnn — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 12:22:32 +0000

Spill the beans, Carl!

By: whazzup3929

whazzup3929 — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 10:01:04 +0000

…i need this comic like a person relies on an IV drip…kudos to you for making a comic that i have shortcut-ted to being the first thing that opens up in Mozilla