Hey folkens, ked af at kun bogføre en tegneserie denne uge, og et sent en af slagsen. Det var en masse arbejde, og dermed tog mig meget længere. Næste uge ’ s bør også være stor og smuk som denne–lede efter den på tirsdag, eller fredag, eller, Hvis denne tendens fortsætter, på lørdag.
Det også tog mig længere tid, fordi jeg havde travlt med at tage en læge prøve at blive doctorly, og det kræver en doctorly mængde af tid. Så, Ja, læge undskyldninger.
Den “Forræder” Storyline virkelig opfanger herfra!
The view is from the front window, past Jun's smirking face, to the truck bed behind her where Fermi and her threats linger trapped in a glass bottle as the vehicle sails over a cityscape.
Fermi: “We're going to eat her, yes we are, going to rip her skin off her cute little face with your beautiful jaws...”
Same as first, but Jun's face twitches dramatically--the entire shape changes, and tentacles of flesh pop out of it as if she's melting. Fermi hiccups mid-threat.
Fermi: “Going to eat her slowly and painfully, going to...”
Jun looks surprised and embarrassed, as if she's just burped--but far more seriously, as if that burp could kill people.
Fermi looks upset and angry in her fear.
Fermi: “Hey! What was that?"
Same. Jun's gagging back against the seat. Her melting, writhing face is now exposed to Fermi's view.
Fermi: “Stop it AAAAAH Stop it stop it!"
Outside view of the truck as it skids to a halt atop a building.
Jun stumbles out of the truck, hiding her face as her flesh melds and molts, blood seeping from her pores as she tears open her cape to cover herself. Fermi screams over this panel and the next in big, diagonal letters.