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Number 391: All Life Is Suffering [[Steve and Marten, bringing back Chinese food to the new apartment]] / Steve: So are you happy with the new place? / Marten: Oh yeah, totally! / Steve: Do you think it will change things with you and Faye? / Marten: Hmm? No, I doubt it. But y'know, whatever. / Steve: Whatever? / Steve: Marten, this isn't good. You're getting complacent. If you really have the hots for her you should be trying to progress things! / Marten: I dunno. I mean things aren't that bad as they are right now, you know? I've got some kickass friends, three-fourths of whom are hot chicks, and one of whom I may get to do the horizontal demolition derby with if I play my cards right. / Marten: I'm willing to take things slow and see how they develop. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the ride. / Steve: You know, you're being really mature about this. Clearly you've been around the women-folk for too long. You're starting to think like one. / Marten: And I'm sure Ellen would love to hear you making sexist remarks like that one. / Steve: There, see? You did it again! It's freakin' me out!
Number 392: She's Been Hanging Out With Faye Too Long Panel 1: / Ellen: Heloooo![sic] Nat, are you home? / Panel 2: / Amir: She's, uh, in her bedroom. / Ellen: Eep! Oh sorry, umm. . .Amir! Right! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here. / Amir: Yeah I came over a while ago. Nat said you wouldn't mind. / Panel 3: / Ellen: No, I don't mind. I'm used to her bringing boys home at all hours. / Amir: Oh, uh. . .so she does that pretty often? / Ellen: Oh yeah, totally. Sometimes three or four guys in the same day! / Natasha: Amir? What's taking you so long out there? / Panel 4: / Amir: Well I was getting you some water and then Ellen came home. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go get a round of STD tests. / Natasha: Dammit Ellen what have you been telling him? / Ellen: Well I was just about to get to the part about your role in "Anal Cumsluts Four: Hardcore Hardcore Girls". . . / Amir: Okay, now I know she's fibbing. I've seen Anal Cumsluts Four and you're definitely not in it.
393: One Ton Wonton [[At Faye and Marten's new apartment]] / Faye: Hey you, beer, boys, and Chinese food are here. Where's your roomie? / Ellen: Nah, she's busy with her new boyfriend or whatever. / Faye: That's fine, more booze and wontons for me then. Come sit! / Ellen: Wow, you guys sure got things set up fast. / Marten: Arranging furniture is easier when you're fortified with alcohol. / Pintsize: I'm the foreman! The couch needs to move six inches to the left to achieve maximum feng shui! / Faye: You're going to become an end table if you don't cut it out. / Marten: Oh yeah, that'd be great. Wandering off with your drink, eating your hors d'oeuvres... / Ellen: Where's Steve, anyway? / Marten: He's usin' the bathroom. / Steve: You might not want to go in there for a while. / Faye: Drat, I wanted to be the first to deflower our virgin lavatory. / Marten: I am not comfortable with that imagery at all. / Ellen: Well, deflowering is one of Steve's few marketable skills. / Pintsize: I'm good at deforestation. / {{Title Text: Number 393: One Ton Wonton}}
Number 394: The Most Indie Comic Ever [[Faye, Marten, Ellen, and Steve eating Chinese on the couch of their new apartment]] / Faye: ooh, is this the new Stephen Malkmus record? / Marten: Yeah, It's pretty good. / Ellen: Stephen Who? / Faye: Have you ever noticed that Sonic Youth and Stephen Malkmus are starting to sound more and more like one another? / Marten: Oh, totally. You could probably play Sonic Nurse and Face the Truth at the same time and everything would be in key. / Steve: Stephen Malkmus was the singer from Pavement / Ellen: Who are Pavement? / Marten: I guess as indie-rockers age they just write more and more meandering, jammy songs. It must be some side effect of getting older. / Faye: That or they can just afford to smoke more weed noe. Imagine what J Mascis will be like in 10 years. / Ellen: Who's J Mascis? Is he in Sonic Nurse or whatever? / Steve: No, he was in Dinosaur Jr. / Marten: Man, imagine what would happen if Thurston Moore, Stephen Malkmus, and J Mascis got together and formed a supergroup! / Faye: They'd never get anything recorded, but the entire staff of Pitchfork would suffer terminal priapism. Even the ladies. / Ellen: Wait, who... oh nevermind. This must be what it's like for the salmon when I try to explain Sartre to them. / Steve: Sartre? That name sounds familiar. Does he do German microhouse for Bpitch Control or somthing? / {{Jean-Paul Sartre: French existentialist philosopher}}
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 394: The Most Indie Comic Ever}} / [[Faye, Marten, Ellen and Steve are eating takeout and drinking beer in the apartment. Faye picks up a CD.]] / Faye: Ooh, is this the new Stephen Malkmus record? / Marten: Yeah, it's pretty good. / Ellen: Stephen who? / Faye: Have you ever noticed that Sonic Youth and Stephen Malkmus are starting to sound more and more like one another? / Marten: Oh, totally. You could probably play Sonic Nurse and Face the Truth at the same time and everything would be in key. / Steve: Stephen Malkmus was the singer from Pavement. / Ellen: Who are Pavement? / Marten: I guess as indie-rockers age they just write more and more meandering, jammy songs. It must be some side effect of getting older. / Faye: That or they can just afford to smore more weed now. Imagine what J Mascis will be like in ten years. / Ellen: Who's J Mascis? Is he in Sonic Nurse or whatever? / Steve: No, he was in Dinosaur Jr. / Marten: Man, imagine what would happen if Thurston Moore, Stephen Malkmus, and J Mascis got together and formed a supergroup! / Faye: They'd never get anything recorded, but the entire staff of Pitchfork would suffer terminal priapism. Even the ladies. / Ellen: Wait, who...oh nevermind. This must be what it's like for the salmon when I try to explain Sartre to them. / Steve: Sartre? That name sounds familiar. Does he do German Microhouse for Bpitch Control or something?
Questionable Content 395: Not Even Orlando Bloom You know, I wouldn't have pegged you two as a perfect match but you really do make a cute couple. / Well my mom always said it wasn't about "matching", it's about complementing each other's personalities. / And as my dad says, "if she's good in bed and not a crazy bitch, she's a keeper." / Your dad's been married, what, three times now? / He might be up to four now. I've lost track. / I hate to cut short this fascinating expose on Steve's dad's love life, but I have class tomorrow morning. / Get thee off to bed then! And no keeping her up late with naughty stuff, Steve. / Nighty night Marten and Faye! Enjoy your new apartment! / No promises on that "no naughty stuff" thing, Faye. / Well, at least we'll know who to blame when her GPA drops. / So what do you want to do now? / I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed. / Aww, you don't want to get drunk and have sloppy make-outs? / Not if Jude Law himself were to descend nude from the heavens. / That is pretty much the weirdest eschaton I can imagine.
 
Number 396: Faye Is Sort Of Channeling Me Here [[Faye and Marten, first day in their new apartment]] / Faye: Forty, sixty, eighty... / Marten: Whoa, where did you get that big ol' wad of cash? / Faye: I've been saving up, and today is the day I finally get to spend it. / Marten: Ah, so you're going to get yourself an actual bed then? / Faye: Well, I guess I could...but I was really thinking more along the lines of a haircut and some new clothes. / Marten: Faye you sleep on the friggin' couch, and you complain about it constantly. Blowing all that dough on random clothes 'n crap isn't very fiscally responsible. / Faye: Fiscal responsibility is _boring_. I demand instant gratification. / Marten: Instant gratification? Okay, just gimme a second to limber up and get naked. / Pintsize: I'll help! Initialize Vibration Mode! <> / Faye: Har har. You're a regular couple of Benny Hills.
Number 397: Kinda Gentler [[Faye walks into the Coffee of Doom]] / Dora: Hey you, how's the new apartment? / Faye: It's nice! You should come over. Bring us housewarming gifts! / Dora: Heh, you can have my cat. Little bastard peed in my sneakers this morning. / Faye: Eww, nasty. The worst I have to fear from Pintsize is underpants theft. / Dora: Oh, the kitty does that too. He makes piles of the clean ones to sleep on. / Faye: So where's Raven? / Dora: She's got the day off. It's just you and me. / Faye: Aww, that's no fun. I like you too much to pick on you anymore. / Dora: Aww, that was almost sweet of you. / Faye: Don't get me wrong. I'm still _going_ to pick on you. I'll just feel a slight twinge of guilt if I make you cry. / Dora: That's the Faye we know and love. Or at least know, anyway.
Number 398: She's Gonna Break That Table [[In the Coffee of Doom]] / Faye: I might be back a little late from lunch today. I have to go buy a bed. / Dora: For someone who's been sleeping on a couch for the last couple months, you don't sound very enthusiastic. / Faye: Well, I'd rather get a haircut and maybe buy some cute clothes. But Marten says I should spend the money on something I actually need. Like a bed. / Dora: You could always go with option three: start sleeping with Marten and you won't need a bed of your own. / Faye: I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, other than "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." / Dora: Before you get yourself trapped in a recursive oxymoron vortex, how about this: I start sleeping with Marten and you can my old bed. / Faye: I am trying to think of a word that is simultaneously more curt and more forceful that "NO" but nothing springs to mind. / Dora: Just watch out for my kitty. He likes to bite your toes while you sleep.
Number 399: Her Arch-Nemesis [[Pizza Girl walks into the Coffee of Doom. On the chalkboard is written: Today's Specials, A sharp blow to the back of the head, tea (for wimps), wedgies!]] / Pizza Girl: Hello Citizen, I'd like a double mocha please. / Faye: Dora, Pizza Girl is here and wants a double mocha. Make sure there's no kryptonite in the espresso machine. / Dora: Oh, hey Pizza Girl! I'll get on that for you right away. / Faye: So are you on the job now, or do you just like wearing the costume around town on your lunch break? / Pizza Girl: There's no such thing as a lunch break in my line of work. / Faye: Oh, I can imagine. But hey, at least you probably make decent tips. / Pizza Girl: The Mayor gave me the key to the city last year. / Faye: Okay, I'm not entirely clear on this. Are you an actual superheroine? Or is the costume just something you have to wear for your job? / Pizza Girl: The true measure of a heroine is in her service to the community. And I consider it more of a "calling" than a "job." / Faye: Dora, gimme a little help here. I honestly can't tell whether she's fucking with me or not. / Pizza Girl: Hey, I am not a lesbian! Who told you I was? Is Chinese Delivery Man spreading rumors again? / Dora: I can hear Stan Lee spinning in his grave and he's not even dead yet.
Number 399: Her Arch-Nemesis Pizza Girl: Hello citizen, I'd like a double mocha please. / Faye: Dora, Pizza Girl is here and wants a double mocha. Make sure there's no kryptonite in the espresso machine. / Dora: Oh hey Pizza Girl! I'll get that for you right away. / Faye: So are you on the job now, or do you just like wearing the costume around town on your lunch break? / Pizza Girl: There's no such thing as a lunch break in my line of work. / Faye: Oh, I can imagine. But hey, at least you probably make decent tips. / Pizza Girl: The Mayor gave me the key to the city last year. / Faye: Okay, I'm not entirely clear on this. Are you an actual superheroine? Or is the costume just something you have to wear for your job? / Pizza Girl: The true service of a heroine is in her service to the community. And I consider it more of a "calling" than a "job". / Faye; Dora, gimme a little help here. I honestly can't tell if she's fucking with me or not. / Pizza Girl: Hey, I am not a lesbian! Who told you I was? Is Chinese Delivery Man spreading rumors again? / Dora: I can hear Stan Lee spinning in his grave and he's not even dead yet.
Number 400: Hint Hint [[The Coffee of Doom. Dora has added to the chalkboard: pseudomocho]] / Faye: I return! / Dora: How was bed-shoppin'? / Faye: It was fruitful! Marten will be surprised by two burlly, sweaty men later on when he gets back from work. / Dora: Are we talking about furniture movers or male strippers here? / Faye: You'd be amazed what a mattress salesman will promise you to get a sale. / Faye: I didn't have any time to get food while I was out, though. My tummy is very demanding. / Dora: Tell you what -- you watch the shop while I go get some food and I'll bring you back a salad or something. / Faye: "Salad or something"? Was that your attempt at a tactful diet suggestion? / Dora: Hey, you're the one making that inference. / Faye: Oh sure, and the Declaration of Independance might have IMPLIED that the colonists were SLIGHTLY MIFFED with King George.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday TITLE BAR: 400: Hint Hint / TRANSCRIPT: / Faye: [[at Coffee Of DOOM]] I return! / Dora: How was bed shoppin'? / Faye: It was fruitful! Marten will be surprised by two burly, sweaty men later on when he gets back from work. / Dora: Are we talking about furniture movers or male strippers here? / Faye: You'd be amazed what a mattress salesman will promise you to get a sale. / Faye: I didn't have time to get any food while I was out, though. My tummy is very demanding. / Dora:Tell you what- You watch the shop while I go get some food and I'll bring you back a salad or something. / Faye: [[pointing at Dora]] "Salad or something"? Was that your attempt at a tactful diet suggestion? / Dora: Hay, you're the one making that inference. / Faye: Oh sure, and the Declaration of Independence might have implied that the colonists were slightly miffed with King George. / http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=400#
 
Number 401: Just Because You're Paranoid [[at the new aprtment]] / Marten: Hey Pintsize, could you get up on the couch and tell me if this frame is crooked? / Pintsize: I feel like we should have fine art on the walls or something. This place is way nicer than the old apartment. / Marten: That poster might as well be fine art, considering how much I had to pay for it on eBay. / <> / Pintsize: Oh noes! It's the government, they've finally come for me again! / [[Marten opens the door]] / Marten: You can stop hiding, Pintsize. Looks like these guys are just here to drop off Faye's new bed. / Delivery Guy: Sign here and just show us where you want it. / Marten: Why would the government still be after you, anyway? They already got the classified stuff out of your chassis. / {{Reference: Number 151}} / Pintsize: They think I assassinated Kennedy because I was joking around about it on IRC earlier today while you were at work. / Marten: They believe you traveled back in time and shot JFK? / Pintsize: No, not THAT Kennedy. I mean the old MTV VJ. / Marten: Shit, I'd think they'd give you a medal for that.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Title: Just Because You're Paranoid / Marten: Hey Pintsize, could you get up on the couch and tell me if this frame is crooked? / Pintsize: I feel like we should have fine art on the walls or something. This place is way nicer than the old apartment. / <> / Marten: That poster might as well be fine art, considering how much I had to pay for it on eBay. / Pintsize: Oh noes! It's the government, they've finally come for me again! / Marten: You can stop hiding, Pintsize. Looks like these guys are just here to drop off Faye's new bed. / Delivery guy: Sign here and just show us where you want it. / Marten: Why would the government be after you, anyway? They already got the classified stuff out of your chassis. / Pintsize: They think I assassinated Kennedy because I was joking about it on IRC earlier today while you were at work. / Marten: They believe you traveled back in time and shot JFK? / Pintsize: No, not THAT Kennedy. I mean the old MTV VJ. / Marten: Shit, I think they'd give you a medal for that.
Number 403: It's Seriously Like 250K [[in the new apartment]] / Marten: Man, you'd think someone at the FBI would think to check Google or something. The only thing dead about Kennedy is her career. / {{Lisa Kennedy Montgomery, MTV VeeJay in the '90s}} / Pintsize: That's what I tried to explain to them, but they didn't believe me. / Marten: Anyway, I'm gonna go over to the coffee shop and let Faye know her bed got here okay. Be good while I'm out. / Pintsize: When am I not good? / [[Marten stares at Pintsize]] / Marten: Do you want an enumerated list, or should I just assume you were speaking rhetorically? / Pintsize: Nah, it's okay. I've got them all in a big text file on my hard drive already. / Pintsize: Hee hee, number 472 is my favorite. Those preschoolers will remember that day for the rest of their lives.
Number 402: It's Seriously Like 250K [[Marten and Faye's apartment]] / Marten: Man, you'd think someone at the FBI would think to check Google or something. The only thing dead about Kennedy is her career. / Pintsize: That's what I tried to explain to them, buth they didn't believe me. / Marten: Anyway, I'm gonna go over to the coffee shop and let Faye know her bed got here okay. Be good while I'm out. / Pintsize: When am I not good? / Marten: <> / Pintsize: <> / Marten: Do you want an enumerated list, or should I just assume you were speaking rhetorically? / Pintsize: Nah, it's okay. I've got them all in a big text file on my hard drive already. / Pintsize: Hee hee, number 472 is my favorite. Those preschoolers will remember that day for the rest of their lives.
Number 403: No Pillaging [[at the Coffee of Doom]] / Faye: I can't believe I'm eating this friggin' rabbit food. Couldn't they have stuck a cheeseburger on top or something? / Dora: It wouldn't kill you to eat healthier food once in a while. / [[cheescake pose]] / Faye: But it might kill my delicious curves! / Dora: Your delicious curves that you bemoan on a regular basis? Or some other delicious curves I wasn't aware of? / Faye: Hurr. Being female sucks. On one level I know I'm not obese or anything, but then I spend three hours at work with your skinny butt and feel like Jabba the Hutt in comparison. / Dora: Hey, in the Middle Ages you'd have been the feminine ideal and I'd be doomed to spinsterhood. It's all relative. / Faye: Nah, you'd have died of the plague and I'd have been carried off by marauding Vikings. / Dora: No way, I've seen what you're like when you get riled up. You'd make a nude berzerker think twice before he grabbed you by the pigtails. / Faye: Hee. His first thought would be "BJORN WANT HOT PEASANT GIRL" and his second thought would be "AUGH PEASANT GIRL ANALLY VIOLATING BJORN WITH BJORN'S OWN BATTLEAXE!"
Questionable Content: Number 403: No Pillaging {{title: Number 403: No Pillaging}} / [[Faye and Dora are in Coffee of Doom. Faye is sitting on the counter, eating a salad.]] / [[Faye's shirt: ringer T-shirt, gray, black collar, yellow-orange "SELLOUT"]] / [[Dora's shirt: tank top, brown, white anarchy-heart symbol]] / Faye: I can't believe I'm eating this friggin' rabbit food. Couldn't they have stuck a cheeseburger on top or something? / Dora: It wouldn't kill you to eat healther food once in a while. / [[Faye puts a hand on her hip]] / Faye: But it might kill my delicious curves! / Dora: Your delicious curves that you bemoan on a regular basis? Or some other delicious curves I wasn't aware of? / [[Dora puts her arm around Faye's shoulders]] / Faye: Hurr. Being female sucks. On one level I know I'm not obese or anything, but then I spend three hours at work with your skinny butt and feel like Jabba the Hutt in comparison. / Dora: Hey, in the Middle Ages you'd have been the feminine ideal and I'd be doomed to spinsterhood. It's all relative. / Faye: Nah, you'd have died of the plague and I'd have been carried off by marauding Vikings. / Dora: No way, I've seen what you're like when you get riled up. You's make a nude berzerker think twice before he grabbed you by the pigtails. / Faye: Hee. His first thought would be "BJORN WANT HOT PEASANT GIRL" and his second would be "AUGH PEASANT GIRLL ANALLY VIOLATING BJORN WITH BJORN'S OWN BATTLEAXE!"
Number 404: Dora Has Made Some Mistakes [[at the Coffee of Doom]] / Marten: Hey Faye, your bed came today. / Faye: Awesome! Did you see it? Doesn't it look nice? / Marten: Well it's bigger than mine, anyway. I'm jealous. / Faye: Yeah, I got a great deal. Bought it at wholesale price! / Dora: How'd you swing that? Did it involve flashing the salesman or beating him senseless? / Faye: Oh God, the salesman. He was hitting on me the entire time I was shopping. I finally agreed to give him my phone number in exchange for the deal on the bed. / Dora: I'm assuming you didn't actually give him YOUR number. / Faye: Oh, of course not. He'll certainly be surprised when he dials it and gets the gay nightclub down on Pleasant. / Dora: Man, I can't go near that place anymore. I made out with one of the DJs one night and then never returned her phone calls. / Marten: Wait, how did you happen to know the number for a gay nightclub off the top of your head? / Faye: I had it memorized for just this kind of situation! [[sheepishly]] Also in case I ever felt like getting drunk and watching boys make out with each other.
Dora Has Made Some Mistakes Marten: Hey Faye, your bed came today. / Faye: Awesome! Did you see it? Doesn't it look nice? / Marten: Well it's bigger than mine, anyway. I'm jealous. / Faye: Yeah, I got a great deal. Bought it at wholesale price! / Dora: How'd you swing that? Did it involve flashing the salesman or beating him senseless? / Faye: Oh God, the salesman. He was hitting on me the entire time I was shopping. I finally agreed to give him my phone number in exchange for the deal on the bed. / Dora: I'm assuming you didn't actually give him YOUR number. / Faye: Oh, of course not. He'll certainly be surprised when he dials it and gets the gay nightclub down on Pleasant. / Dora: Man, I can't go near thata place anymore. I made out with one of the DJs one night and then never returned her phone calls. / Marten: Wait, how did you happen to know the number for a gay nightclub off the top of your head? / Faye: I had it memorized for just this kind of situation! / Faye: Also in case I ever felt like getting drunk and watching boys make out with each other.
Number 405: Guest comic by Little Gamers [[Marten, by a coffee machine, (In the Coffee of Doom?)]] / Marten: Hey guys, I just picked up a pre-release of the next "Death Cab for Cutie" album. Guys? / [[Marten looks around]] / Marten: Ehm... I'm gay for Conor Oberst? / [[Looks around again]] / Marten: Hmm... / Coffee Pot: They're not here dude. We're alone. / Marten: Oh, OK. / Coffee Pot: So, how about that new Aphex Twin EP? / Marten: Dude, it's hell-a-sweet / Marten: God damn I hope Faye puts out soon so I can drop this damn indie facade and listen to some good music for a change... instead of all this whiny indie shit. / Coffee Pot: I hear you brother.
 
406: Guest Comic by White Ninja Faye: Marten, I thought you were going to get this thing neutered. / / [[Pintsize humping Faye's leg]] <> / Marten: I don't understand. I neutered him myself. / [[Holding a pairs of nuts (the kind that go in bolts)]] / Marten: ...unless I took the wrong nuts.
407: Guest Comc by Kidnemo PANEL 1 / Pintsize: OMG ZOMBIES! / Marten: Hah, sure I bet! / I can only imagine there is a huge posse of them coming straight for us. / PANEL 2 / [[black zombies with green around them, swarming where Pintsize and Marten were]] / PANEL 3 / [[boxes that say 'CENSORED!' over red blood splatters, where Pintsize and Marten were]]
Guest Comic: Jason Sigala Amanda: Heh heh. Sis is going to be so dang excited to see me. / [[Door slams in background]] / Natasha: YEAH! YOU BETTER RUN AWAY! AND DON'T YOU EVER SAY NU METAL IS BETTER THAN BLACK METAL AGAIN. / Voice at end of hall: EAT ME! / Natasha: Oh! Hey, I'm sorry. You must of heard all of that, huh? / Amanda: Aw, it's alright. I know how it is. Trust me. / Natasha: <> God. Men are such assholes, y'know? / Amanda: Sugar, that's a lesson I done learned a long time ago. / Amanda: But, sweetie, you gotta learn that there are certain...alternatives! Here, I'll show you. / Natasha: Uh, hey, look. You seem nice enough, but I'm not really... / [[Amanda and Natasha kissing]] / Jeph: What in the hell?! You! / Jimbo: Oh snap. / Jeph: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! / {{Jeph is the author. Jimbo writes romance novels.}}
Guest Comic: www.nothingnice.com Panel 1 / Faye: Oh Marten, I'm so glad we finally decided to be together! I love you so much! / Marten: I love you too, Faye. / Panel 2 / Marten: *wakes up* GASP! / Panel 3 / Voice from side: What's wrong. / Marten: I just had this messed-up dream. / Panel 4 / Dora (who was the voice): Aww, did my po' widdle baby have a scawy nightmare? / Marten: I'm better now that you're here. / Panel 5 / Dora: *wakes up* GASP! / Panel 6 / Dora: That was...odd. / Voice from side: What was odd, baby? / Panel 7 / Dora: Eh, forget it. Say, now that we're both up, do you wanna have grauitous and explicit sex? / Faye (who was the voice): Oooh, you read my mind, Dora! / Panel 8 / Random Guy (Steve?): *wakes up* GASP! / Panel 9 / Random Guy: SIGH / Panel 10 / Random Guy: Man, and I just washed these sheets.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Comic Number 410: They Could Use A Smaller Font}} / {{ Panel 1: }} / Faye: Raven? What're you doing here? I thought Dora gave you the day off. / Raven: She did, I just wanted to come by to show off my sweet new tattoo! / {{ Panel 2: }} / Raven: Isn't it cool? It says "Princess" in Japanese. / Faye: See, I really don't get the whole Kanji tattoo thing. If you want a word written on your body, why not write it in a language you can actually read? / {{ Panel 3: }} / Raven: I dunno, Japanese looks cooler. More...mystical or something. / Faye: No offense, but isn't that kind of a shallow reason to get a tattoo? It doesn't look "mystical" at all to someone who can read Japanese. / Dora: You should have gotten it in gothic blackletter font on your abs, all THUG LYFE style. / {{ Panel 4: }} / Faye: Hah, I'd love to see you try that. You'd only be able to fit "PRIN" on your tummy and the rest would have to wrap around! / Dora: You, on the other hand, would be able to fit the entire genaeology of the Hapsburgs on your stomach. / Raven: I dunno who the Hapsburgs are but they must have had a lot of cousins.
Number 410: They Could Use A Smaller Font [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Faye: Raven? What're you doing here? I thought Dora gave you the day off. / Raven: She did, I just wanted to come by to show off my sweet new tattoo! / Raven: Isn't it cool? It says "Princess" in Japanese. / Faye: See, I really don't get the whole Kanji tattoo thing. If you want a word written on your body, why not write it in a language you can actually read? / Raven: I dunno, Japanese looks cooler. More...mystical or something. / Faye: No offense, but isn't that kind of a shallow reason to get a tattoo? It doesn't look "mystical" at all to someone who can read Japanese. / Dora: You should have gotten it in gothic blackletter font on your abs, all THUG LYFE style. / Faye: Hah, I'd love to see you try that. You'd only be able to fit "PRIN" on your tummy and the rest would have to wrap around. / Dora: You, on the other hand, would be able to fit the entire genaeology of the Hapsburgs on your stomach. / Raven: I dunno who the Hapsburgs are but they must have had a lot of cousins.
 
Number 411: Lol? [[In the Coffee of Doom. Sign the on the door reads: Restroom of Doom!]] / Marten: Okay Faye, I'm gonna head home and scrounge up some dinner. / Faye: If you can wait an hour I'll bring a pizza home with me. / Marten: Sounds good! / Faye: Wanna come over and check out the new apartment, Dora? / Dora: Yeah, sure. / Marten: I managed to get a bunch of decoratin' done today. It's starting to look halfway decent. / Faye: Aww, look how proud he is. A man's home truly is his castle. [[punches him]] / Marten: Ow, hey! / Dora: Would that make you the dragon who guards it? / Faye: Only if I've had Indian food that day. Then I'm like a dragon, only the flames come out the other end. / Dora: Har har. Hyperbole or not, poop jokes are still gross and lame. / Marten: She's not exaggerating. I've seen flames shoot out from under the bathroom door, to say nothing of the roaring noises.
Number 411: Lol? Marten: Okay Faye, I'm gonna head home and scrounge up some dinner. / Faye: If you can wait an hour I'll bring a pizza home with me. / Marten: Sounds good! / Faye: Wanna come over and check out the new apartment, Dora? / Dora: Yeah, sure. / Marten: I managed to get a bunch of decoratin' done today. It's starting to look halfway decent. / Faye: Aww, look how proud he is. A man's home truly is his castle. / <> / Marten: Ow! Hey! / Dora: Would that make you the dragon who guards it? / Faye: Only if I've had Indian food that day. Then I'm like a dragon, only the flames come out the other end. / Dora: Har har. Hyperbole or not, poop jokes are still gross and lame. / Marten: She's not exaggerating. I've seen flames shoot out from under the bathroom door, to say nothing of the roaring noises.
Number 412: Pissing Off The Punks [[walking into the new apartment]] / Marten: Pintsize, I'm home! / [[Sporting a derby, monocle, and pipe]] / Pintsize: Oh, cheerio old chap! How was your expedition to the coffee house? / Marten: What the hell? / Pintsize: Capital, capital! What say we flip on the telly and enjoy an exciting game of cricket? / Marten: You were messing around with your regional language settings, weren't you. / Pintsize: How astute of you! I was feeling a bit exploratory and decided to see what good a dose of jolly olde England might do me, and I daresay it is a marked improvement! / Marten: Well suit yourself, but there better not be any of this "colonizing India" or "starting wars with Spain" business, understood? / Pintsize: Righto! Now my good man, care to join me in a rousing rendition of "God Save the Queen"? / Marten: No way. The Sex Pistols were fucking terrible.
Number 413 - British Hospitality Faye: Marten, I come bearing pizza and a goth girl! / Dora: Ooh, nice place you've got here! / Dora: One's for dinner and the other is for dessert. Rawr! / Marten: Awesome, you brought ice cream too? / Faye: I'd be shocked at your impropriety but it seems to have passed over his head like an intergalactic albatross. / Pintsize: Tally-ho, ladies! Would either of you care for a spot of tea? Perhaps a crumpet? / Dora: What the... / Faye: ...Hell-ass happened to him? / Marten: He mixed up his regional language settings. Thinks he's British now. / Dora: British people don't really talk like that, though. / Marten: I know, but everytime I try to explain that to him he yells "pip pip!" and launches into an explanation of the British school system. / Faye: Well let's just crack him open and change the regional thingy back to how it was- / Pintsize: I took the liberty of stocking the Frigidaire with Newcastle and gin while you were out. / Faye: Nevermind.
Number 414: CNN Ain't Much Better [[In the new apartment]] / Pintsize: [[to Dora]] A fresh napkin for you, madam. Is there anything else I can do to assist you? / Dora: Oh, thanks but I'm good. / Faye: My gin could use some more tonic, Jeeves. / Pintsize: Right away, milady. Wouldn't want you to come down with the malarial fever, now would we? / Faye: Man, I could get used to this kind of treatment. / Dora: I dunno, it kind of feels like we're taking advantage of the little guy. / Marten: What I'm wondering is how much of his new behavior is programmed into the regional setting and how much is just him being goofy. / Faye: Wait, if it's just his regional thingy, does that imply that the default "American" setting is loud, obnoxious, and destructive? / Dora: Doesn't sound too far off the mark to me. Turn on NASCAR or Fox News and that's pretty much what you get. / Marten: Eventually our culture will devolve into groups of people shouting at each other as loud as they can while horrible noises play in the background. / Dora: Yeah, it'll be like a grindcore show only with Geraldo Rivera MCing.
Number 414: CNN Ain't Much Better Pintsize: A fresh napkin for you, madam. Is there anything else I can do to assist you? / Dora: Oh, thanks but I'm good. / Faye: My gin could use some more tonic, Jeeves. / Pintsize: Right away, milady. Wouldn't want you to come down with the malarial fever, now would we? / Faye: Man, I could get used to this kind of treatment. / Dora: I dunno, it kind of feels like we're taking advantage of the little guy. / Marten: What I'm wondering is how much of this new behavior is programmed into the regional setting and how much is just him being goofy. / Faye: Wait, if it's just his regional thingy, does that imply that the default "American" setting is loud, obnoxious, and destructive? / Dora: Doesn't sound too far off the mark to me. Turn on NASCAR or Fox news and that's pretty much what you get. / Marten: Eventually our culture will devolve into groups of people shouting at each other as loud as they can while horrible noises play in the background. / Dora: Yeah, it'll be like a grindcore show only with Geraldo Rivera MCing.
Number 415: He Didn't Miss The Good Part [[In the new apartment]] / Faye: I still don't see why we have to change him back. / Marten: Because if I have to hear one more Dr.Who synopsis my brain will liquify and run out my ears. / Pintsize: EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE / Dora: [[wearing the derby and eyepiece]] I think the hat and monocle look better on me anyway. / Faye: Where the heck does he find that stuff? / Pintsize: Shutdown sequence initiated. Don't let the bedbugs bite. / Marten: Search me. One day you come home and he's dressed like a dead president, the next day he's tarted up like a Renaissance whore. It's a mystery. / Faye: How do we know if this reset thingy works? / Dora: If he wakes up and says something bizarre we can assume he's back to normal. / Marten: Yeah. Guard your bosoms, ladies. Those'll be the first thing he dives for. / Pintsize: LOADING BIOS.... / Dora: [[grabbing Faye's breasts] I'll protect yours, Faye! / Faye: WAUGH! NOOOOO! / Pintsize: Whoa, what did I miss? / Marten: Nothing particularly exciting, although it looks like we're both about to be witnesses to a murder.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Faye: I still don't see why we have to change him back. / Marten: Becuase if I have to hear one more Dr. Who synopsis my brain will liquify and run out my ears. / Pintsize: EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE / Dora: I think the hat and monocle look better on me anyway. / Faye: Where the heck does he find that stuff? / Pintsize: Shutdown sequence initiated. Don't let the bedbugs bite. / Marten: Search me. One day you come home and he's dressed like a dead president, the next he's tarted up like a Renaissance whore. It's a mystery. / Faye: How do we know if this reset thingy works? / Dora: If he wakes up and says something bizarre we can assume he's back to normal. / Marten: Yeah. Guard your bosoms, ladies. Those'll be the first thing he dives for. / Pintsize: LOADING BIOS... / Dora: I'll protect yours, Faye! / Faye: WAUGH! NOOOOO! / Pintsize: Whoa, what did I miss? / Marten: Nothing particularly exciting, although it looks like we're both about to be witnesses to a murder.
 
Number 416: Don't Push Your Luck [[In the new apartment]] / Faye: [[guarding her breasts]] Don't you EVER try that again. / Dora: [[Still wearing the derby]] Can't promise I won't. You've got a fine set of cans on you. / Marten: It's nice to see you loosening up a little bit, Faye. / Faye: What are you talking about? / Marten: Dora just grabbed you in the hooters and you didn't even punch her. / Dora: Could it be that our beloved Faye is finally going soft? / Faye: What? No! I just didn't-- / Dora: It's okay, you don't have to explain! We like the fact that we can actually horse around with you a little bit without having to fear for our lives. / Marten: Yeah, it makes you a lot more fun to be around. / Faye: I...it's good to feel like I can relax around you guys. I'm not really used to that. / Dora: You know, if one boob-grab could do this much good, a couple more might-- / Faye: Dora I'm feeling very vulnerable right now, don't make me turn the fire hose on you. / Marten: Wait a minute, does this make me the only person here who hasn't touched Faye's boobs? Goddamnit!
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Don't you EVER try that again. / Can't promise I won't. You've got a fine set of cans on you. / It's nice to see you loosening up a little bit, Faye. / What are you talking about? / Dora just grabbed you in the hooters and you didn't even punch her. / Could it be that our beloved Faye is finally going soft? / What? no! I just didn't- / It's ok, we like the fact that we can actually horse around with you a little bit without having to fear for our lives. / Yeah, it makes you a lot more fun to be around. / I...it's good to feel like I can relax around you guys. i'm not really used to that. / You know, if one boob-grab could do this much good, a couple more might- / Dora i'm feeling very vulnerable right now, don't make me turn the fire hose on you. / Wait a minuet, does this make me the only person here who hasn't touched Faye's boobs? Goshdarnit!
Number 417: She's Right [[at the new apartment]] / Dora: [[stil wearing the derby]] All right kids, it's time I went home and got some sleep. Congrats on the new apartment. / Faye: Nighty night Dora! / Marten: Say hi to the cat for me. / Marten: I think I'm gonna hit the hay too. / Faye: I'm going to stay up and decorate my new room! / Pintsize: She took my hat! / Marten: What with? You don't have much in the way of stuff to decorate with. / Faye: Oh, I just thought I'd slit open a vein and paint a pentagram on the wall with my blood. You know, give it a nice cozy atmosphere. / Marten: Sounds good to me, but if you really want to go for the full demon-summoning look, you should probably get some virgin's blood. / Faye: Nah, I don't need any. The only thing more potent than the blood of a virgin is the blood of a frigid bitch with hella issues. / Pintsize: Dear God, Martha Stewart's blood must never be shed or it will usher in the Apocalypse!
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Dora: All right kids, it's time I went home and got some sleep. Congrats on the new apartment. / Faye: Nighty night, Dora! / Marten: Say hi to the cat for me. / Marten: I think I'm gonna hit the hay too. / Faye: I'm going to stay up a decorate my new room! / Pintsize: She took my hat! / Marten: What with? You don't have much in the way of stuff to decorate with. / Faye: Oh, I just thought I'd slit open a vein and paint a pentagram on the wall with my blood. You know, give it a nice cozy atmosphere. / Marten: Sounds good to me, but if you really want to go for the full demon-summoning look, you should probably get some virgin's blood. / Faye: Nah, I don't need any. The only thing more potent than the blood of a virgin is the blood of a frigid bitch with hella issues. / Pintsize: Dear God, Martha Stewart's blood must never be shed or it will usher in the Apocalypse!
Number 418: Don't We All [[in the new apartment]] / Marten: Morning sleepyhead. How's the new mattress? / Faye: I slept like an angel. An angel whose mattress is stuffed with the down of virtuous geese. / Marten: I shudder to think what a mattress made of hell-fowl down would feel like. / Pintsize: I bet it would feel pretty UNPLEASANT! Ha ha, get it? Unpleasant? "Fowl?" / Faye: God, you're to humor what Hellen Keller would be to competitive paintball. / Faye: Anyway, time for me to go open up the shop. Stop by later, okay? Your presence is all that keeps Dora and I from murdering Raven. / {{Dora would probably note: "Dora and *me*"}} / Marten: I'll be your voice of reason anytime, baby. / Pintsize: There's the reason why you never get girls, Marten. Ladies HATE the voice of reason. / Marten: Oh come on, you can't make generalizations like that about-- / Pintsize: Hey Faye! You're NOT too fat to eat nothing but ice cream today! $400 is TOTALLY a reasonable price for a pair of shoes! Go on, strangle that mime! / Faye: I know I should side with you on this Marten, but Goddamnit his words are like honey in my ear! I *loathe* mimes!
Number: 419: Venti Schmenti Customer: Hi, I'll have a venti mocha-- / Dora: [[still wearing the derby]] Sorry, no habla Starbucks. I assume you meant a "large". / Customer: Oh, sure. / Dora: That'll be six dollars and thirty-three cents please. / Customer: What?! It says five fifty right up there on the board! / Dora: We automatically charge 15% gratuity to patrons who use bullshit faux-authentic terms like "grande" and "venti". / [[Chalkboard reads: Today's Specials: regular ol' coffee (with snakes), regular ol' tea (with more snakes), Snakes (with spiders)]] / Customer: That's ridiculous! How do you people even manage to stay in business with an attitude like that?! / Dora: We cater to people who like their coffee strong, fair trade, and free of soulless corporate pretension. Also through sexy intimidation. / Faye: You rang?
Number 419: Venti Schmenti [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Customer: Hi, I'll have a venti mocha- / Dora: Sorry, no habla Starbucks. I'll assume you meant a "large". / Customer: Oh, sure. / Dora: Okay, that'll be six dollars and thirty-three cents please. / Customer: What?! It says five fifty right there on the board! / Dora: We automatically charge a 15% gratuity to patrons who use bullshit faux-authentic terms like "grande" and "venti". / Customer: That's ridiculous! How do you people even manage to stay in business with an attitude like that?! / Dora: We cater to people who prefer their coffee strong, fair trade, and free of soulless corporate pretension. / Dora: Also through threats and sexy intimidation. / Faye: You rang?
Number 420: Best Band Ever [[in the Coffee of Doom]] / Faye: Christ Dora, your shirt could cause glaucoma at twenty paces. And what the hell are we listening to? It sounds like a Wagnerian opera played twice as fast and thirty times as distorted. / Dora: Just give your eyes a minute and they'll adjust to the shirt. And this is Mythic Slaughterbeast's new record! They're pretty much the hottest fantasy-metal band in Norway right now. / Faye: Their...their CD cover is a picture of a dragon having sex with a naked blonde chicks while beheading a unicorn in space. / Dora: It's pretty awesome, huh. / Faye: What exactly is "fantasy metal" anyway? / Dora: You know, songs about dragons and orcs and elves and stuff. Check out the lyrics for "Ethereal Bloodsport", that'll give you an idea. / Faye: "WITH BLOOD-DRENCHED MAILTHE DARK KNIGHT KNEELS / TORN FROM THE CORPSE OF THE GREAT LICH KING / HIS WRETCHED CLAYMORE SLICK WITH CURSED GORE / TEN THOUSAND ELVES' SLAUGHTER AVENGED" / Dora: Tracks three through five, "The Dark Elves' Grimoire Parts One Through Three", are entirely in Elvish. / Faye: It's a good thing you can't actually understand anything the singer growls, because these lyrics read like Tolkien on PCP. / Dora: According to the band's website, massive amounts of both were involved in the recording process.
 

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