30th May 2017, 4:18 PM in Feral

Three hours past noon and all is well.

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Three hours past noon and all is well.
A guard walks through the streets of the town, hunched-over and sloppy.
Owen: Three hours past noon and all is well! Sort of... Pardon me for not ringing my bell right now.
A voice from off-panel jolts him violently and painfully.
Bertie: OWEN! YOU BASTARD!
Owen: Gni! Don't shout!
Bertie: Did you-
Owen: DON'T! SHOUT!
Bertie: Did you have to rat me out to my old man?
Owen: Oh man, you know what he's like! I was late for duty, hung over, and looking like crap. I had to give him a reason not to fire me.
Bertie: Well, thats just lovely.
Owen: I'll make it up to you, I swear. How about drinks tonight?
Bertie: Hmmmm....
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Reinder Dijkhuis 30th May 2017, 4:18 PM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on October 23, 2006.