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Sometimes I get a comic/story/dialogue idea in the middle of the night and so I jump out of bed and type it into a .txt file.
I will share some:
"Beginning: Robin arrives in Bloomington under cover of night. It's fake dramatic or something, like Tick-esque lines."
I will share some:
"Beginning: Robin arrives in Bloomington under cover of night. It's fake dramatic or something, like Tick-esque lines."
"my sister's here. i can feel it"
"her dark presence casts a shadow over this place?"
"...well, no, but her aide texts me when her plane lands, and i felt my phone buzz"
"her dark presence casts a shadow over this place?"
"...well, no, but her aide texts me when her plane lands, and i felt my phone buzz"
Mary doesn't like Robin, even though she's a conservative, because she's fake. Parents divorced, not married at 30...
"but you like ronald reagan"
"...yeah" *mary stands in front of ronald reagan poster*
"but he was divorced"
*grimace*
"and he believed in astrology"
*GRIMACE*
"but you like ronald reagan"
"...yeah" *mary stands in front of ronald reagan poster*
"but he was divorced"
*grimace*
"and he believed in astrology"
*GRIMACE*
Ruth: so this is who shows up when i don't inspire fear
Joyce: I'm here to take notes for Dorothy!
Ruth: Write down that everyone here wants to feast on my carcass
Joyce: "feast... on... ruthless's ... carcass"
Joyce: I'm here to take notes for Dorothy!
Ruth: Write down that everyone here wants to feast on my carcass
Joyce: "feast... on... ruthless's ... carcass"
Jason: if you return at a later date, you're either lying about your age or are incredibly, brazenly stupid
Billie: ha ha ha, sure, okay! See ya la--
Lucy: BILLIE! My roommate! What are you doi--
Billie: jesus christ who doesn't work here, who's showing up next, my grandma
Billie: ha ha ha, sure, okay! See ya la--
Lucy: BILLIE! My roommate! What are you doi--
Billie: jesus christ who doesn't work here, who's showing up next, my grandma
Amber: Me?
Walky: You're the only one else I know who understands what it's like feeling like a sack of shit.
Walky: I mean, I thought ONE other person might, but they're currently having some sort of sudden renaissance.
*Walky looks up at Billie, across the table from him*
Walky: You're the only one else I know who understands what it's like feeling like a sack of shit.
Walky: I mean, I thought ONE other person might, but they're currently having some sort of sudden renaissance.
*Walky looks up at Billie, across the table from him*
Dream: Joyce is in Gender Studies class with Dorothy and Walky
Joyce: you guys isn't that Rich Mullins in class with us
Dorothy: He's here because he knows you don't feel God when you pray
Walky: Are we sure that's Rich Mullins, and not Bill Murray circa What About Bob?
Joyce: you guys isn't that Rich Mullins in class with us
Dorothy: He's here because he knows you don't feel God when you pray
Walky: Are we sure that's Rich Mullins, and not Bill Murray circa What About Bob?
Walky: hey sis i got you this wrist cream or whatever
Sal: you're givin' me wrist cream
Walky: actually it's from amber but she had me deliver it because she's not great at "reading the room"
Sal: YOU'RE not great at readin' the room
Walky: ...sure, but also I don't care
Sal: you're givin' me wrist cream
Walky: actually it's from amber but she had me deliver it because she's not great at "reading the room"
Sal: YOU'RE not great at readin' the room
Walky: ...sure, but also I don't care
Malaya: I mean, I get your jealousy. I can pull off short hair. But with your body, if you cut your hair short you'd just look like your twin brother.
Sal:
Sal: remembers what joyce and becky said
Sal: Fuck off!
Malaya: What did you say?
Sal: FUCK OFF
Sal:
Sal: remembers what joyce and becky said
Sal: Fuck off!
Malaya: What did you say?
Sal: FUCK OFF
walky: you realize you're the only badguy here without a mask, right,
toedad: god will protect me
walky: well you know what they say, god masks those who mask themselves
toedad: god will protect me
walky: well you know what they say, god masks those who mask themselves
Danny: Don't you ever think about consequences?
Joe: Look you can't talk to me about consequences so long as you have those sharpied-on tattoo sleeves.
Danny: I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM
Joe: Look you can't talk to me about consequences so long as you have those sharpied-on tattoo sleeves.
Danny: I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM
Joyce: How's Amber doing?
Joe: She looks at her phone. That's not exactly diagnostic for her.
Joyce: I'm afraid I messed up and said some wrong things.
Joe: Yeah she gets real riled up if you like the wrong Avengers ships.
Joe: She looks at her phone. That's not exactly diagnostic for her.
Joyce: I'm afraid I messed up and said some wrong things.
Joe: Yeah she gets real riled up if you like the wrong Avengers ships.
anyway oops i did all this instead of turning one of these into my next strip
