Both you and Pequod point out the idea that Frisk is “talking” to whatever type of birds might be pecking at her (black feather could indicate either ravens or crows, both of which are historically known to feed on helpless prisoners) but my comment was based on the artist’s drawing what usually symbolizes thoughts aka “bubbles” rather than speech “balloons”
“Don’t mammals have anything to contribute conversationally?”
On garbage night the raccoons and an occasional skunk have also made comments. And the mice frequently discuss Heathcliff. (granted so do occasional goldfish)
But I just take it for granted that as the narrators we are being given, if you’ll pardon the expression, a bird’s eye view of the situation.
I can get the thinking “Ow!” and “What’s that noise?” But I can’t quite figure out why someone would self criticize (“stop it”) for trying to figure out where they are in the dark by listening to what is going on around them around them. Especially when that person is a former police officer turned private investigator.
After some previously undisclosed conversation with Dick Tracy (anyone remember him, he was originally the title character of this strip) Lily had a change of heart and gave Frisk a fake shot as a set up for the arrest
I have to agree with you
My point is the belief system I grew up in was no more exempt from the follies of fighting over who’s imaginary friend is the best, than any other major religion is.
“Who knows where that mouth has been?” If you really want to know, just as any male in Hollywood who turned legal age since 1989, as her mouth was most likely someplace on his body
I don’t know what is more disgusting, that someone would pick up the chewed wad of gum as a souvenir in the first place, or that people might actually bid $14000 for it.
So that is what they do with all the clay pellets from the litter boxes
Did they give Vitamin a Hebrew copy of the script? The way his copy is bound it opens from right to left.