And so the plot (is incorrectly perceived to have) thickened!
It’s my birthday tomorrow (Tuesday). I think it’s going to be a quiet one this year. Maybe see a friend or two. If inspired, feel free to join my Patreon (for $3, every Friday you get an extra bonus comic!).
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Still with arms held above their head by chains, Thoos said, “Listen, even if you don’t believe who I am, the reason I volunteered for this stupid experiment, and the reason I hitchhiked across the stars to see you, is that I received a blackmail letter. Telling me to pay them or they’d kill you. But I had no money! Which is why I was trying to get to you! And I can’t show you the letter because it’s on my real body not this human one!” Heakie said angrily, “Oh! I see now! We pay money to your confederates to get our son back! It’s finally making sense. But you were stupid enough to put yourself in our hands. And so, I vote we just torture the information out of you instead.” Porpa added, “Yeah, it’ll probably end up costing as much in cleaning fees as it would to pay the blackmail, but at least we’ll get to enjoy ourselves.”
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Such kind and tender people. Who are you using as personality models? Anybody we know?
Pick an ultrarich person.
Lawyers and politicians, of course.
ITYM “Greek”
Poli is Latin for ‘many’, and a tic is a bloodsucking pest. So ‘many bloodsuckers’.
On their real body, or in it. It didn’t seem to come with pockets. Time for Audri to discover tiths have pouches. Or storage stomachs.
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“HwuurAK!!!”
“Eww. What was that about?”
“I think I coughed up a… blackmail letter? And a book of choir music… Hey, maybe I can play these with my bells!”
Yep. If it’s going to cost you the same either way – go with the way that’s more fun!
Happy Birthday tomorrow, Chris!
This Is Your Birthday Song!
It Isn’t Very Long!
And so the Starslicks show themselves as brutes looking for an excuse to torture their visitors for who-knows-how-useless information. How unimaginative.
Tbey must be desperate for cruel entertainment. It may be time to bring in a mouse, let Purrloin free, and let the Starslicks get their egregious jollies watching the predator play. You want pointless bloodlust? Here you go.
And Happy Birthday, Christopher. Many happy returns of the day besides.