Negotiations begin. Mark, affable dumbo that he is, offers to guide his foe out of the woods in exchange for disarmament. Zombie Matthau balks at the terms. That tree wonders if Zombie Matthau knows how turned around he is. I bet he does.
August 16, 2009
Zombie Matthau's right about Mark -- he is crazy. Zombie Matthau's also right about that warning shot being a mistake. The only thing he's wrong about is resembling Zombie Matthau. His super tiny rifle also appears to be wrong.
August 18, 2009
There are several reasons to hate Mark Trail. Most are on display in today's strip. Consider --
EVERYBODY IS SAYING MISTER. Elrod found the most dated way to address someone and shoved it down our throats for three installments straight. They're all pussy weirdos, we get it! He's pulling the trigger with his fucking pinky finger!
Andy is telling himself to duck. Very plausible.
Zombie Matthau, you fool! You didn't realize that the reverberations from a single rifle shot were powerful enough to send that stable pile of drums all a-tumblin' down?
Mark did. That's why he arranged those phony negotiations: to create the sound waves necessary to rouse the barrels from their slumber! And you fell for it, Zombie Matthau. Now your tacky wardrobe will suffer the consequences.
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