Be sure your seat belt is buckled and the tray in front of you is placed up and locked.
Back into the fray, and maybe backing into the loading zone. Given his job, Bird might want to pocket a handful of that grass and dirt.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished!”
Jeeze! They Still haven’t been able to go to the bathroom.
Don’tcha just LUV how Marx is able to just pull open a hole in the fabric of Reality?
“Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends, so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside. Come inside, the show’s about to start, guaranteed to blow your head apart. Reassured, you’ll get your money’s worth – greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth!”
I could wrestle a tiger. I’d probably lose, but the tiger is in for one hell of a fight.
If he actually answers real pertinent questions with serious and understandable answers, I will plotz.
Marx’s comment in Panel Three is directed to us of course.
I have a feeling that no one has ever said “the show is about to begin” with more weight, portent, or anticipation, than Aaron Marx just now…
Ah, back to an absence of colour! Good!
I’m still waiting for Terrance to explode in confounded Topsider fury. He’s been taking all this in far too well…..I have to believe he’s like a pressure cooker on low.
When it does come, I expect [pleasepleaseplease] a Daffy Duck-like tantrum, like in “Duck Amuck.”
In other news….pastrami?!?!? Eww. I guess the Russian dressing makes sense now.
A Reuben made with pastrami instead of corned beef is actually known as a Rachael.
What’s past is prologue. Thirteen years of prologue. We’re just starting.
I’m fairly sure that we all can believe Marx will try to fairly play being fair; may the boys fare well, and not encounter a final farewell.
Just like the wrap up of the Flask arc after the Queen was drstroyed…….do they go to Endtown or Eden? If Endtown…..will Linda find Terrance attractive?? This time there’s no one for Marx to flip off.
My favorite part of this enjoyable page is the last frame, which anchors the bottom of this page with a close-up of Marx’s Sunday-school teacher face and inviting posture…and his eyes on us, the audience. Who’s up for a little edification?
What’d I tell you. Time lord. 100% time lord.
Despite his disclaimer, it sure seems like he DOES enjoy yanking people around.
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
kudos to the usual suspects…
I had intended this to refer to the darkness just opened up by a gleeful Marx, but it really reads like a requiem for Wally…
BTW, if you have not heard/seen Disturbed’s performance of Sounds of Silence, it is really good… and intense.
Versus ten half tigers, I guess..?
I still can’t believe he’s not skinny whether his little brother is. I’d be.
“Welcome back my friends/To the show that never ends …”
Overture! Curtain! Lights! This is it, the night of nights….
Strap in kiddies, things are about to get weird (like they weren’t already).
He’s very Wonka.
Pastrami flavored Mana? Sure! Why not?
I hope he gets to a character that I actually care about really soon.
Must be a really complex series of panels since it’s taking so long for the next installment.