Guess it was too much to expect Scapula to take on an old lady without any problem. I wonder, does he actually resemble someone she once knew? Or, even more interesting, what if they actually met once before?
More likely, though, it’s just more mad ramblings. Very creepy face in the second panel there, nice work.
I think the only villain Auntie September has met previously (beside her nephew) is Throgor, when he dropped off the blackmail note at her house waaaaaaaaay back in THE SICKO SIX. There was probably a ‘misadventure’ where she also mistook him for the late Harold as well.
Glad you enjoy the freaky-deakishness of Auntie’s smile! Good to know that I’m using my art degree training to create drawings that make readers aghast (or slightly uncomfortable).
Sad part is you had to include the disclaimer. But then, I am a fan of removing such warnings so the gene pool can be self-cleaning again like it’s supposed to be. 😀
Anyone worthy of survival knows you use absinthe, not turpentine. 😀
Absinthe just makes me think of that awful Moulin Rouge movie…and there’s not enough absinthe/turpentine in the world to full erase that turd-bucket of a film from my poor scarred brain!
Whoooa, that’s a spooky old bag of bones! Poor Harold. I really hope those chompers are exagerrated or that is the scariest pair of dentures I’ve ever seen. Beavers would be jealous of those ivories!
Hm….. maybe Harold’s bitter ghost decided to share the horror by drawing her attention at juuuust that second……. I would if I’d lived with this fruitbat.
Harold’s final vengeance upon this world for the cruel hand it dealt to him was to curse everyone with the insane antics of this licentious mummy. Now THERE’S a horror movie for ya!
Of course, the twist ending is the sudden appearance of a roving gang of jealous beavers who pry her steely dentures from her great gaping maw and scurry off into the night, bellowing their challenge against redwood trees everywhere!
Cruel irony or poetic justice? Whatever you may call it, it would take a really desensitized soul with a cast-iron stomach to bear the sight of Auntie gettin’ freaky on Scapula…or anyone, for that matter!
I guess the key question is how did Harold die? also possibly why?
I leave that up to the readers and your imaginations, where I’m sure the story is bound to be more insane than anything I could offer!
Right on schedule, the plan goes south. Hilariously.
Well, at least I got the ‘hilariously’ part down pat. That amounts to something, right?
Oh, God! That face could give a heart attack to a baby!
Oh, and Harold came back from the dead, it’s a miracle! 😀
Heart attack? Good Lord, that’s the kind of face that turns Greek heroes into stone!
Ah, so his name was Harold, not Mervyn…
Uh oh…did I say his name was Mervyn at some point?
No, that was an old thread of mine a couple of weeks ago.
Harold is dead? Noooooooooooooo!!!!
He had it coming!
Looks like Harold is gonna get the team fed and put up somewhere warm if Scap can play his cards right. 🙂
That devious Harold, manipulating his pawns from beyond the grave!
Guess it was too much to expect Scapula to take on an old lady without any problem. I wonder, does he actually resemble someone she once knew? Or, even more interesting, what if they actually met once before?
More likely, though, it’s just more mad ramblings. Very creepy face in the second panel there, nice work.
I think the only villain Auntie September has met previously (beside her nephew) is Throgor, when he dropped off the blackmail note at her house waaaaaaaaay back in THE SICKO SIX. There was probably a ‘misadventure’ where she also mistook him for the late Harold as well.
Glad you enjoy the freaky-deakishness of Auntie’s smile! Good to know that I’m using my art degree training to create drawings that make readers aghast (or slightly uncomfortable).
Hmm… if Harold looked like Scap, even without the benefit of a mask, then his life probably wasn’t that great!
Harold probably had a deathly pallor towards the end of his long marriage to her. She seems to have that effect on anyone who gets too close to her!
Scap better hope this doesn’t mean she wants some sweet sweet lovin from her dear Harold.
Oh gawd. Why did I say that?
Now it’s in my head.
Where’d I put that power drill, it’s “reset time” …
That’s why there’s turpentine, the great mind-wiper!
*Note: kids, please don’t drink turpentine. The author is joking.
Sad part is you had to include the disclaimer. But then, I am a fan of removing such warnings so the gene pool can be self-cleaning again like it’s supposed to be. 😀
Anyone worthy of survival knows you use absinthe, not turpentine. 😀
Absinthe just makes me think of that awful Moulin Rouge movie…and there’s not enough absinthe/turpentine in the world to full erase that turd-bucket of a film from my poor scarred brain!
Most of us smelled it from over the hill and were wise enough to not wtch it in the first place. 😛 What happened, you lose a bet?
Whoooa, that’s a spooky old bag of bones! Poor Harold. I really hope those chompers are exagerrated or that is the scariest pair of dentures I’ve ever seen. Beavers would be jealous of those ivories!
Hm….. maybe Harold’s bitter ghost decided to share the horror by drawing her attention at juuuust that second……. I would if I’d lived with this fruitbat.
Harold’s final vengeance upon this world for the cruel hand it dealt to him was to curse everyone with the insane antics of this licentious mummy. Now THERE’S a horror movie for ya!
Of course, the twist ending is the sudden appearance of a roving gang of jealous beavers who pry her steely dentures from her great gaping maw and scurry off into the night, bellowing their challenge against redwood trees everywhere!
I would buy that and watch it until the disk wore out. I really would!
Maybe the tables are about to be turned on Scap, in a poetic justice that even the angry women might find amusing – Auntie might just rape him!
Cruel irony or poetic justice? Whatever you may call it, it would take a really desensitized soul with a cast-iron stomach to bear the sight of Auntie gettin’ freaky on Scapula…or anyone, for that matter!
You rang, sir? 😀
There are, of course, fetishists for that kind of thing. In my former profession we call them ‘hopeless slime’.
…egad.