14th Oct 2017, 8:18 AM in Feral

Alas, poor Owen

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Alas, poor Owen
Back at the guard office, Owen is mortally ashamed.
Bertie: Are you telling me this is the plump girl that was checking us out all evening at the tavern?
Atra: Just him, love. Don't take it personally but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you.
Bertie: I can sort of see it, you know. But I thought she was a brunette.
Owen: She was a brunette! And she had all her teeth, and… come on, you know she was damn near perfect…
Atra: Aw, thanks, love! You're not so bad yourself! You clean up well!
Two guards mock Owen. One of them shakes his spear in front of his crotch.
Guard 1: How much did you drink last night?
Guard 2: And how did you figure out how to pull your trousers down? Let alone…
Atra: Oh! No complaints there! He was pretty drunk but that didn't-
Sheriff Hogsworth: It's either that, or…
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Reinder Dijkhuis 14th Oct 2017, 8:18 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on April 18, 2008 with art by Aggie Janicot of American Gothic Daily. The new version is still based on Aggie's layouts and has new coloring by her. This was originally a double page; the redone version of the second half will be posted next Tuesday.