04/28/2013
No, LSD never kicks in that fast (as I’m sure to be reminded by folks out there who know about such things), but what the hey, it’s a comic. If you still can’t accept it, then just assume they stood around for an hour before they started trippin’ balls.
So why didn’t they waste them while they were rolling around on the ground tripping balls?
Because they were tired and killing people with your bare hands is, like, sooo hard.
That, or Knuckle Sam and her crew are not too far behind, and they might not be dumb enough to fall for the “candy” trick!
I’m going to pretend it’s something that’s absorbed through the skin. I can almost buy that they took something from him, but it’s stretching it a little to believe they were going to try to beat-up a guy known for dealing in mind-affecting drugs, but decided to eat the ‘candy’ he gave them beforehand.
That’s what they get for not doing their homework! Mona is the only one who knew Hypnausea beforehand, and chances are she doesn’t remember the drugs so much as the disturbing leather-and-piercings fetish.
To be fair, the latter is much harder to forget. Even when you really WANT to forget it.
There’s definitely ONE person who wont forget it anytime soon! Poor Hypnausea probably still has ‘post-traumatic nipple stinging’.
The look on LMM’s face as she’s putting the blotter on her tongue, I get the feeling this ain’t her first time at the dance …
Mmmmmmaybe, or perhaps she just really likes candy!
Little Miss is a bit of an M&M’s addict. Seriously.
LOL. I can’t stop staring at this page! Especially the girl’s reactions in the second-to-last panel, and Scap’s pissed-off running in the last one. Seriously, the way some of these people run is just hilarious! Also, what on earth happened to Throgor, because I didn’t get that. Is it meant to be like they’re sort of stroking him so he starts purring like a cat, or what? Anyway, great page. Hypnausea’s old LSD trick never fails to amuse me! Granted, he only did it one time before, but even so.
Thankya, Box! Glad you enjoyed the shenanigans, and here’s hoping it’s made everyone’s Sunday just a bit brighter (and remember, don’t take candy from strangers in head-to-toe tye-dye!)
To answer the Throgor query, the derby girls didn’t anticipate that he might enjoy being covered in female flesh. I think he was also pretty aware that he was being overpowered, and just decided to make the most of it.
I know…the cast of this comic are pretty disturbing at times. What the hey!
Scap, that’s good delegation.
He gave an order and it was followed (sort of, yeah). He’s a born leader!
Weeeelll…
What can I say? Hypnausea is a royal turnip, but at least his mushrooms were useful this time around…
Candy and shopping, the two vital antidotes for every seriously ticked-off chick under the sun…although I personally have never laced them with LSD. *Ahem* with chili powder perhaps, but never more than that…
Love the shared hallucination between the gals. Think about it, wouldn’t hallucinations be a lot more fun if you could share them with your friends?
I think I’m a lot better off not sharing any thoughts with my friends, much less their psychotic hallucinations. My friends are all weirdos. But thankfully I am normal.
I’ve never heard the term “royal turnip” before, but I like it a lot. Your whole analogy reminded me of Super Mario Bros 2, because it involved royalty and vegetables (and mushrooms), and because I am old as hell.
Oh well. Time for some candy and shopping (chili powder optional)!
“I think I’m a lot better off not sharing any thoughts with my friends, much less their psychotic hallucinations. My friends are all weirdos. But thankfully I am normal.”
Uh, What? Surely you consider us (your readers) friends to at least some minute degree, and what would describe your comic better than “a shared hallucination”? Also, did you just call us all weirdos? It’s entirely appropriate, but I think this calls for a fan-service page of the Coven in reparation.
Everyone in the world is a weirdo! I said it, and I’ll never regret it. I do withdraw the comment that I am normal, since there is simply too many years of evidence to the contrary.
I also absolutely consider my readers my friends, even if I don’t do all the standard friendly practices like loaning money or helping move couches (hmmm…perhaps my readers are better friends than the deadbeats I know in ‘real life’!).
He’s like Willy Wonka….. Only not as evil and less gay than Willy Wonka.
Willy Wonka was gay? Hoo boy…now that “Everlasting Gobstopper” has a whole new set of connotations I’d rather not think about.
We are obviously seeing reference to the more recent Willy Wonka.
I watched a grand total of 30 seconds of the remake and then changed the channel, vowing to never even attempt watching it again.
Yeah, maybe that’s unfair, but considering what Burton and Depp did to “Alice in Wonderland” I’ve lost a lot of faith in their collaborations.
I’d say so. I loved Alice and I thought the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory wasn’t that bad.
When I started reading I was thinking, all you need to do is give attention to one of them and they will all turn on each other.
This works better
He gave attention to ALL of them, because they are all deserving of a special treat. See, kids? Even supervillains play fair!
I’m starting to think maybe the boys aren’t exactly tactically outmatched.
In the stupid world of SCAPULA, the only people who are outmatched are the ones who get involved in the storyline. I would imagine Jemini or Sharkmouth are enjoying a nice break right about now.
Never take candy from a stranger. Never ingest candy given by a stranger Hypnausea. Good thing these liberated ladies didn’t listen to their mommies. I am a sweet little old guy and would never even think of what a true villian could do now in order to avoid any further conflict with the League of Liberated Ladies and Don’t Call Me A Lady.
Who can tell what they’re thinking. Maybe Hypnausea’s happy smile and friendly attitude won them over. Maybe candy is the best thing in the universe after more candy. Maybe their mommies were also seduced by Hypnausea.
…egad, what a frightening world we live in!
Hypnausea may want to look into getting more easily administered psychoactive drugs.
More as a precaution than a necessity. Everyone in the Scapverse seems dumb enough to fall for No Name Skittles. But there’s always the off chance that someone has an IQ higher than fifty.
Unfortunately that someone probably isn’t Hypnausea.
He lucked out this time around, but we’ll see just how well he fares the next time.
‘Bite me once, shame on you, slip hallucinogenic drugs into my candy twice, shame on…screw it, gimme the candy”!
Well, at the end of the Devil May Care story, it’s suggested that he has LSD fog. That, and smugness.
That psychedelic torch-type thing may be gone from his arsenal, but Lord knows he’s still got plenty of smugness to spare!
This may just beat Scap’s delighted post-girlfriend-acquisition face for my favourite page ever. Miiiiight.
I guess that’s a good thing; any time I can top (or almost top) what I’ve done before means I’m making progress, right? Riiiiiight.
I feel like claiming they were mints would have been more believable than candy, but then again that might be insinuating that they have bad breath.
I like how Little Miss is just holding an axe at arm’s length in the first panel back there.
She’s armed, but not especially dangerous.
If the drugs were disguised as mints that would have made a nice ruse. However, if they’re disguised as Junior Mints they would have been devoured in seconds. Junior Mints are awesome, although not nearly as awesome as Reese’s peanut butter cups.
Gawdammit, now I need to go get some candy!
For what it’s worth, the better part of these gals aren’t exactly famous for being wise. Smart yes, in Mira Miras’ cases, but not wise.
Also, never underestimate the effectiveness of someone doing something totally bizarre. I used to know a guy (I have no idea where he is now) whose response to being threatened with a knife in a biker bar was to criticize the knife. Yep, just started commenting about how nice or shoddy a knife it was. If it was nice, he usually got the guy all swollen with pride about it or amazed at what this little runt was admiring or showing them about their knife. If it was lousy, they usually got pissed off and started defending their choice of knife, often wandering out of arm’s reach to better display said knife to the bar. When they weren’t looking, he just ducked out Hobbit style.
If they didn’t let him go, he just cranked a couple .22 shells into their legs from the derringer he always had up his sleeve. Because he wasn’t stupid enough to think that trick ALWAYS worked. Alternately he got me to bash in their head with a chair and then lay the boots to them for a couple minutes. Incidentally, he usually got picked on because he was a clean cut looking guy with no major muscle mass who hung around people like me in lousy places. Thing is, he was one of the biggest crooks I knew…… Major business crook.
Oh yes….. bonus points for the Iron Butterfly reference hehehehehehehe.
You are a very interesting human being. Any more of these stories which you would care to share with us?
That almost sounds like the kind of ruse used by Bugs Bunny…you know, whenever Bugs didn’t feel like whipping out a concealed firearm and blowing away Yosemite Sam.
Let it be known, folks: the most dangerous folks out there are rarely the ones you’d expect. Unless if you’re in a rough bar and there’s someone with a knife in your face. They’re probably more dangerous (as long as they’re not self-conscious about their knife).
I’d feel inclined to quote that line from ‘Crocodile Dundee’, except I’ve never actually seen it and only know the reference from the Simpsons (“That’s not a knife, that’s a spoon.”).
I love the Iron Butterfly song, and hate the rapper who sampled it for some crappy rap song about how great rap songs are. Nothing is sacred.
To do list addition: Find identity of rapper defacing song I like, rectify existence of same with blunt object weighing no less than 8 pounds……
Not plotting over here, please ignore the woman behind the notepad!
Hey, who’s to say Hypnausea isn’t also an accomplished chemist as well as an actor and whore? Acting gigs can take a while to get, and whoring is simply exhausting. So maybe he’s got a few labs around the city to tinker with and came up with a new invention!
As for the Coven…they should know better than to take candy from strangers…and Hypnausea is pretty strange.
Hypnausea as a chemist most certainly makes sense; someone who has spent so many years as drug aficionado must have had some experience concocting batches of head-tripping treats. Chances are he does most of that in private, and what we’ve seen so far of Hypnausea has always been his ‘stage face’.
A story about what he does in his everyday life might be interesting, but I get the feeling it would be a very, very bad influence to all the young, impressionable minds out there. For shaaaaaaaame!
Dada…your readership is hardly young or impressionable. We’re already hardened wackos with our own manifestos. 😛
I would TOTALLY love to BUY a storyline about Hypnausea and his daily life.
Good to know, Longtail! I am now more amazed, and fearful, of my readers than ever before. Life is interesting like that.
We’ll definitely be seeing more Hypnausea as this story rolls along, so here’s hoping that satisfies your crazy cravings!
Uh oh, if they are listening to Iron Butterfly they will never get out of that trip.
Acid trips have a way of making time slow to a crawl (…so I’ve heard), so a song as long as that one must feel like days and days and days and…now I’m getting dizzy. Need to go lie down…
…..Slow to a crawl, or stop. Yeah, tried my share. Didn’t like ’em in the end. Too hard to shake that creepy feeling you’re still having a trip even when you’re clean.
When they come down from this, I think they’ll be pretty upset… or hungry…
Let’s see, what did Johnny Depp do in “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”? He stole a bunch of beer, grapefruit, and soap, took off and ran into Gary Busey!
…hmmm…better not do that…
A trippy dippy escape if there ever was one! I treasure that third panel!
I’m glad someone finally pointed out that panel; I’m not sure if the Español or Nihongo is correct, but if it’s not, well…that’s Google Translate’s fault!
Shucks, if he passed me one, I’d let the two of them get away to. I promise!
That was a genius move on Hypnausea’s part. I had no idea how they were get their fat outta this female fire.
Hmmm, now that I think about it, maybe they DID know it was drugs and took it willingly anyway! Man, that’s the sign of a true addict.