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[CortJstr]

RAY RIPPED OFF A DUDE'S FACE, PEOPLE. All else defies discussion. (Not that we shouldn't try, though.)

No one said it could be done.

[robot_god]

Imagine standing there, holding a man's face in your hands.  What to do?

You would be insane not to eat it.

Perhaps Ray would do the humanitarian thing; drop the dude's face on his chest and slip a fifty dollar bill in his breast pocket.

If I authored this comic, tomorrow's strip would be a close up of Ray and his mouth as he stuffed the face in.  Liquids gushing all over, crunching onomotopoeia, man, it would be lush.  My personal goal would be to make a drawing that when it was done, I would be afraid of myself.  Damn...  now I already am, a little bit.

On the topic of returning to old times Ray:
It won't be a problem.  I'd bet everyone has already forgot that in the parking lot, Beef stone cold ran down a man.

But, perhaps, that is not the same as stone cold tearing a man's face off.

In closing:  tomorrow's strip???

[Bobby Isosceles]

In closing:  tomorrow's strip???

Chicken.

[Emmoh]

In closing:  tomorrow's strip???

I'm trying to take some guesses. Here's what my hunch tells me...

Beef and Ray go back to the army and bitch out the troops for letting the Son of Rodney have to fight at night. I imagine this is the beginning of Ray getting the day 2 off, feasting on turkey and brandy while his troops swell and position themselves for the final showdown.

-or-

Beef is irritated at Ray for putting himself in danger and compromising the plan, hence starting a rift. This fits too perfectly with what he's trying to establish to go that route though, imo.

[maskedyodeler]

But the real question is, when is Barry Best going to blog about the face ripping?

[wombat]

Dearest Sister W,

It has been cold in the house since you left.  Poor demented Uncle Hermann has not as of yet shown hide nor hair of interest when I pointed out that the meagre nightshirt he has left me as covering will do naught to let the incisions on my backside properly heal.  Allow me a moment to reveal to you the current plight with Old Uncle.

Upon receiving your missive from Oxfordshire, I decided henceforth to follow unto your side posthaste.  The plan was, admittedly, rather foolish and fully on the side of err given that Uncle favors those Irish Wolfhounds that always gave you nightmares.  I wish I could gaze upon your face yet again, so that I may have the strength to free myself from the backroom he has seen fit to keep me in for a time.

I suspect I shall try yet again when I get the chance, until then I hope this letter finds you safe and happy.  I fear I may join Mother and Father in their freshened grave soon enough; think little of me as it will only cause you pain.

Yours,
Q

Sweet Q,

I despair to think of you shivering in the back room without your trousers and cloak, your tender, abused nether regions exposed to the wretched chill. I beg, nay, implore God that you may someday forgive me for taking them so that I could dress myself as a boy, for fear of the debauchery rife among travellers on these roads.

Still even in my disguise, I am beset by perils. Last evening, I followed the scent of roasted turkey - oh, how long it has been since I tasted such sweet flesh, with naught but berries gathered in the woods to sustain me! I found myself outside a strange place surrounded by a high wall, where men offered me food and warmth if I would join in their ritual fight.

I was saved at the last moment by a mustache'd fellow who explained to me the rules of the game within.  Oh, Q, they are too horrible to relate! Truly I would never again have gazed upon your loving countenance had I submitted to their entreaties.

I will not forget you.  We must endeavor to thwart the wolfhounds.  Do not lose hope.
W

[Emmoh]

At a closer look, I just noticed Ray's hands, and the anger under his eyes in panel seven...that's awesome.

[Beatrice]

Jough, what do i pay to change my name to "Honky Tonk Hooker"?

[misterqueue]

Jough, what do i pay to change my name to "Honky Tonk Hooker"?

Usually Hooker's GET paid, in this case, well.. there's only one way a Honky Tonk Hooker would pay I'd guess.

[Beatrice]

It's a fact: Ray is not pussy-footing his way in the GOF.

But it's funny, cuz he IS. 

[Golfhaus]

In closing:  tomorrow's strip???

Word of Son of Rodney being the real deal results in a couple hundred souls joining the Legion of Ray, giving him the army he needs to enjoy the turkey and brandy feast.

Roast Beef, not technicnally being a leader, must fight, and promptly dies.

Hilarity Drama ensues.

[misterqueue]

No no.. Roast Beef will fight the only way he knows how: Breakdancing!

It'll be all Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo up ins.

[behka]

wow.   i knew at some point ray would rise up a bit and fight on his own (he is the son of rodney after all), but i still think that even after this display of ferocity..... ray will not win the fight.

my money's still on beef.

[robot_roll_call]

No way that Beef planned this. This one was all Ray, showing that he really is the Son of Rodney. I would say ripping a guy's goddamn face off easily matches any of the feats we saw Rodney do in the flashback strip.

[CortJstr]

No no.. Roast Beef will fight the only way he knows how: Breakdancing!

It'll be all Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo up ins.

I dunno. Ray was in The Dude Has Got No Mercy. He could easily out dance Beef.