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May 10, 2008

#181 Mandrake: The Roof Hangar


Due to technical difficulties (my own absentmindedness), I accidentally ran what should have been Thursday’s comic today (concurrent with this one), and nothing on Thursday. Oops! I revisionist-historied the error, but that doesn’t get you a Thursday with a comic. Sorry. You can see what should have been Thursday’s comic here

MANDRAKE: You’re safe! Are you safe?
PHIL: Sure, I’m fine!
KRYS: I’m good too. Thanks.
MANDRAKE: Endangering you like that was–ill-considered. From now on, no more spy missions.
PHIL: Not until I learn to withstand torture.
MANDRAKE: Bite your tongue.
PHIL: Where to now, sir?
MANDRAKE: Home, Phil. Home for tea and post-traumatic psychotherapy.Krys throws the ragged remains of her dress flounce in the air; it’s cut by helicopter blades and flutters over the city.

WEIRD VOICEOVER: And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

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    If this were a film, do you think you’d take the “camera pans to follow flurry of dress shards as credits roll” or the more 80s “camera pans to follow chopper over city as credits roll set to pop song”?

    Comment by PlasmaDavid — May 10, 2008 @ 8:56 pm

    I was thinking “ironically mellow rendition of ‘Let It Snow’ as chopper disappears into summer sunset in wake of a seemingly neverending supply of dress bits which you really shouldn’t think too hard about.”

    Then there would be a 20 minute credit sequence in a tiny font listing about a million gaffers.

    Comment by Laura — May 10, 2008 @ 9:10 pm

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