SPILL THE TEA!
Go on! SPILL IT! SPILL IT NAOOOWWW!!!!!!
In other news…
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As for this comic…
One eagle-eyed reader noticed that there was a conspicuous remote control in the cardboard box Sigmund provided back in #838, and asked, “What’s the remote for?” Well, here’s the answer.
And you will note that buttons still go boop.
It is always satifying when a villain gets booped to a 14-A choom rating.
Regarding the spilled tea, I’m from the South, but our tea was never as sweet as Puck’s.
Chooms away!
“BOOP” of course is the sound of a button. But… Assuming the vault is in the basement of the mansion, one wonders where a trap door would lead? Any dungeon masters out there will yell that it sends the unwitting adventurer to Level 36. However, given that this is Satan, I suppose there is no limit to down.
Level 5!
Horror of horrors, he could be in New York!
No limit to down. And I’m not sure the vault is in the basement. It seemed to be at the level of the library. And come to think of it, a trap door is a TERRIBLE idea in a vault! Talk about a point of vulnerability!
He’s not the smartest, this Satan. But he has pizzazz.
but, being an at least localized aspect of Satan, could’nt it lead to hell?
Never underestimate the power of a surprise trap door.
I wish I had one in real life. I really do.
It was indeed wasteful, it just happened to work out this time. But, as we have just established, Sigmund is not as big a fan of efficiency as he thinks he is.
Follow that instinct, lass. Follow that instinct.
Sigmund now realizes efficiency must be held in balance with zing.
LLOL! (Literally laughing out loud.) Thanks EG for the yuks! :))
I like the way the arc is finishing, and Sweet Tea… nicely done!
now i´m curious what gave tracee the impression that satan can´t handle buttons – with how skimpy her clothes are, there isn´t much space for them after all