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May 28, 2007

#37 Mrs. Rastinan, You’re Trying To Seduce Me

37 Mrs. Rastinan, You’re Trying To Seduce Me

See, there, I wasn’t even going for the sex joke. I was just going for a general insult–you know, like wooden as in Keanu Reeves’s acting. Oh, well. The sex joke works too, sort of.

I seem to be implying with the backgrounds the Peggy either stole jewels and gold and fine wines and an electric guitar from her husband, or killed him with a knife. Possibly both.

This is my second favorite title.

LANCE: I can’t take your husband’s stuff.
PEGGY: Sure you can. I have plenty to remember him by.
LANCE: How did he die?
PEGGY: Oh, I don’t like to talk about it. Suffice to say not all losses are as visible as a missing limb.
LANCE: Too bad you can’t replace your husband with a wooden version.
PEGGY: Oh… can’t I?
Peggy lifts Lance’s sunglasses and kisses him.


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Lance and Eskimo, written & drawn by Laura Hughes. Webcomic 2007-present; stories & characters developed 1998-present. Come for the surreal parody, lovable scamps, and persistent homoeroticism, stay for the passing flashes of quality!

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