Uh-oh, this doesn’t look good for our band of misfits.
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Original Script
Jane, Lewis and the man walk along. Lewis takes point. They hide from a contingent of passing troops tromping in formation. LEWIS All public transports are grounded. Because of the riots.
“Chaos” seems a rather mild word to describe the situation. Perhaps a wider berth is preferable.
I believe “crap storm” might be the appropriate term for what’s ahead. A detour would be prudent.
Dear Sir or Madam:
As I and my wife, Fluffy the Sheep Who Walks Like a Man, flew our airship over your fair city recently, I was horrified at the deplorable condition of your city streets, particularly those in the more “questionable” areas of Crater City. Do your lower classes not have any pride? Where are the street sweepers? The scourbots?
No wonder they’re poor, if this is how they treat their homes. Always rioting, demanding respect and equal rights. Well, equal rights start with a clean street, I can tell you that.
I am afraid that, until your authorities can whip some self respect and obedience into these rebellious ragamuffins, I and my companions will henceforth steer our private airships toward more attractive destinations.
Sincerely, and With Great Disappointment, I Remain,
The Right Honorable Chrysanthemum Stinque-Bottum, Crapford on Stye
Dear Madam or ma’am,
You will be pleased to be informed that your humble civil servants of the great megalopolis of Crater City have embarked upon a program to establish a nanny state. The preliminary phase of this rousing novel frontier in hands-on administrative overreach has thusly concluded. After much debate and not insignificant cost a committee of experts on the underprivileged have settled on the inspiring motto, “A tidy house is a tidy mind”. Isn’t that cunning!
Motivational reproductions with the slogan will be plastered at strategic points around the offending sites. This is the carrot part of our two-step plan.
The “stick” (spare the rod, spoil the peasant) will be applied through the long arm of the law, made longer with thrilling developments in galvanic projectiles. We affectionately invite you to witness a breathtaking demonstration of these new and humane tools on Saturday next. There will be cake.
Respectfully yours, Duke Fluffernutter d’Course.
dress up those lines! get back in step or i’ll … sorry, back in boot camp for a moment there.
They’re using the random rabble formation. 😉
Hey Clem-openly carrying around sticks is a shootable offense. So is wearing a hat. Or shoes. Or walking outside.
Poor Clem has wrist splints, definitely not nightsticks.
I got so sick of trying to draw Lewis’ hat consistently that she loses it on the next page. 😀
Codpieces are all the rage with the cops these days, apparently.
And now that I’m done being an immature doofus, I must say I’m quite excited to find out what they’re rushing toward. Something big must be going down.
“Is that a breathing regulator or are you just excited to see me?”
(They’re all wearing gas masks.)
….this isn’t influenced by anything going on in real life, is it? Regardless, well done. Tension is definitely growing.
It’s all cliff-hangers from here on down. 😀 This story was written almost a year ago, about the time Ferguson was first in the news. But, protests, riots and heavy-handed responses sadly seem to occur with regularity in US history. I’m excited for you to see the next page. It turned out fantastic, and Jiro has cameo.