the whole of the universe, mon - thu
tuesday's strip a tad late, prob noonish or one-ish • previous adventures of good hitler here
November / 26 / 2001
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The original version of this strip had a long, drawn-out description of the luncheon meat in the second panel, but I just couldn't cram all that text in there. You're probably pretty lucky that way.
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first comes love... (and the twix saga, pt. 3) (12 of 23) strip info approved by jgarcia |
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| Panel | Dialogue | Location | Props |
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| 1 |
Diablo (as text): I awoke to a dark and deserted Planet Cocktail bar. Twix (and whatever large-breasted, morally ambiguous schoolmarms he had brought to his bed that evening) had clearly left long ago. The mysterious woman with the inconvenient gaze was gone as well. Diablo: |
Planet Cocktail Bar |
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| 2 |
Diablo (as text): Locked in, I made my bed amidst crates of olives and tins of long-abandoned luncheon meat; meat so utterly ancient that no one on staff could remember where it had come from. I waited for the morning, when the bar's owner opened up to serve Eggs 'n' Vodka to kids on their way to school. Diablo: |
Planet Cocktail Bar |
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| 3 |
Diablo (as text): Who was this strange woman who could send a man's soul hurtling into another world? I suspected that to find the answer to that question, I would need to find the woman first. And she was definitely with Twix - she was just his type. And they were definitely at brunch - because people like to eat brunch. |
Nowhere |
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Character Info
| Diablo |
| First Appearance |
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