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?
The Devil cannot simply drag you down to hell. You have to invite yourself down.
Maybe it’s like when Jerry got left in Jerry Daycare so Rick and Morty could have their adventure – the tube just leads right back to the ball pit room!
Every mansion needs a ball pit. Just like IKEA. And tragically, IKEA went and removed the ball pits.
Dude even if the vault has a trap door, it’s still secure if the trap door only leads to either a pit with a hole in the ceiling or a bottomless pit.
Well, we shall see where the trap door leads. Next comic!
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.
Never underestimate the convenience of people always standing on the trapdoor at exactly the right moment.
Hmm. This did not post under the right comment. Ah well.
They’re always nicely centred on th door as well, so they don’t awkwardly whack their heads on the rim on the way down.
LLOL! (Literally laughing out loud.) Thanks EG for the yuks! :))
Yuks are needed in this poopy world of ours.
I like the way the arc is finishing, and Sweet Tea… nicely done!
This arc is going places. Not sure they’re the right places, but they ARE places!
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
I see no buttons on her dress. Maybe by design.
“East is east and west is west,
And the wrong one I have chose.
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows.
Rings and things and buttons and bows.”
All I know is the buttons.
If Satan had trouble unbuttoning Tracee’s buttons, well, who would trust him to untie a bow?
I feel like Satan is the kind of guy who gets other people to tie and untie his bows.
Proving the difference between a corporate putz and the Prince of Darkness is, of course, presentation.
Corporate evil has a startling lack of literal trap doors. Lots of metaphorical ones, though.
Ah, nothings feels better than a righteous “I told you so.”
The best feeling in the world.
I see, black shoes, purple argyle socks FTW.
What a well placed trapdoor, good planning Satan.
The man with the plan. And the money to pay for the infrastructure.
NEVER trust a man with a big red button! (Speaking as a man who is always tempted by big red buttons)
Big red buttons are often bad news.
Hey, every lair of evil must have a trap-door!
Or several. I like to think there are about thirty of them dotted around the mansion at various points, all leading to a series of tube slides.
It’s very rude to point at people, so that’s what “Colonel Sanders” gets!!!
This was an extra-tasty-crispy end for him.
Apparently Colonel Sanders wasn’t Owl Jolson and that devil, old Jack Bunny, dinged him.
Tex Avery cartoon, don’t you know. About the evil of singing jazz swing. https://youtu.be/7hRSfvpOz4A?si=DOvePl9-CnOpX6BI