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[oball]

So it looks like the freaky people aren't evil after all.

Still, I don't blame Philippe for running.

[jough]

Well, they may or may not have done something bad to the little Otter, but wouldn't YOU run away from these freaks?

Also, they are not blind.  They are liars.

Nice darkness art here.  Nice foreshadowing of the transfer station, though.  Obviously Philippe will inadvertantly run there now.

[Emmoh]

I don't get the impression Phillipe is running away from them.

They left first.

It didn't seem like there were any other ways out, I'm guessing he's chasing after them.

[ananke]

Panel 9 is absolute terror.

[littlefallsmets]

The Swampmen. They talk sort of how the characters in "Dark Crystal" would talk if they were trying to explain the movie "Eraserhead" to each other... or maybe how the characters in "Naked Lunch" would explain the movie "Labyrinth" to each other. It's one or the other. I'm only certain that Muppets are involved. So good.

[bonaparte]

they are simple, salt-of-the-earth, down-on-their-luck type folk.

who just happen to terrify five year old otters in their spare time.

[oball]

Philippe was close to the marsh, though.  Looks like Geology Greg was right!

[cellardoor]

Please, they collect the giblets and other discarded viscera of the hobos etc that fall into the trash.
They then either eat or wear this gunk or perhaps construct crude object d'art with it.
Either way, blind "collectors" are not to be trusted.

[otter]

Maybe they collect little lost animals?

[misterqueue]

Philippe's nosemouth looks like a keyhole in the dark.  It makes me want to put one of those old steel keys in it and turn until I open up his childish little head.


That's really all I have to say today.

[Jeepers]

Re: April 13th, 2006 - They fall in among the trash and become it and are gone

MEH

[Drygioni]

Philippe's nosemouth looks like a keyhole in the dark.  It makes me want to put one of those old steel keys in it and turn until I open up his childish little head.


That's really all I have to say today.

Wow, you too? I think for maximum comedy/horror effect, the key should turn once, click, and then his skull splits apart into four quarters and the brain pops out into the air. Just saying.

I liked the white on black style art today. Very moody. I think they collect manure.

[cellardoor]

JudyIsADickSlap!
That made me larf. Have a can of Dr Pepper....

[misterqueue]

Wow, you too? I think for maximum comedy/horror effect, the key should turn once, click, and then his skull splits apart into four quarters and the brain pops out into the air. Just saying.

I liked the white on black style art today. Very moody. I think they collect manure.

In my mind, when I twisted the key in Phillippe's head it opened like a Chinese puzzle box.  Inside was a tiny tiny Elephant who would dance for 5 quid.  (Is that a reasonable price for tiny elephant dances on that side of the pond?  I do not know; I hated economics and can barely balance a checkbook.  Also pounds sterling to dollars conversion is basically like arcane witchraftery to me.)

Later, Ray would come by and skewer the tiny elephant for a kebab of some sort (with a spicy rosemary lemon sauce).  I will stop as my imagination is bordering on fanfic now.  Don't listen to me people.  I have Problems.

[Drygioni]

In my mind, when I twisted the key in Phillippe's head it opened like a Chinese puzzle box.  Inside was a tiny tiny Elephant who would dance for 5 quid.  (Is that a reasonable price for tiny elephant dances on that side of the pond?  I do not know; I hated economics and can barely balance a checkbook.  Also pounds sterling to dollars conversion is basically like arcane witchraftery to me.)

Later, Ray would come by and skewer the tiny elephant for a kebab of some sort (with a spicy rosemary lemon sauce).  I will stop as my imagination is bordering on fanfic now.  Don't listen to me people.  I have Problems.

Five quid? You're having a laugh, mate. Our pounds are so incredibly powerful merely one would be enough to witness some pachyderm ballet.

Perhaps: the head splits into quarters and the brain pops out, THEN a tiny elephant rises out of his neck on a platform. Ray takes said elephant, and makes it into the proverbial shish kabob. Phillipe (having made a recovery) joins the meal, and in his kebab... there is a tiny little trunk. He is traumatised.