Was going to say: They harvest a bunch of bees (pacified by smoke) and carry them in a wicker basket in a crocheted sling where they are wicker-bombed to x.x a baddie during some kind of relevant planetary confluence, and then Belkar gets rid of the body. Don't try to deny it, Belkar. I know why you learned to make soap.bee bomb, hidden in a wicker basket hanging from a crochet planter hanger. Bees are kept docile during the assembly with smoke rings.
Technically a Saturday update since it was posted yesterday morning. Nobody updated it on here until today.A Sunday update!
…eww.
—Patrick
Well, it is NOW.So it's canon that he appeared earlier in the strip. Gotcha.
Let it be a testament to the writing, but I hate it when we get a short comic after such a long wait between pages.
God damn I love this comic.
Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been “An Eye For Talent.”