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| GPF Archive: Friday, January 31, 2003 | {{Flashback sequence. Justin, Fooker's brother, narrates this scene.}} / [[Young Fooker is razzing young Justin, while a man in uniform stands behind them both.]]
/ Justin: Growing up was tough for us. Dad was an army colonel, and he ran a tight ship. I thrived on discipline, but Jason didn't. / [[Young Fooker makes a funny face with pencils up his nose, while young Justin scoffs at this sight, standing next to an unimpressed woman.]]
/ Justin: He was wild and zany, which made being his younger brother rough. I always had to prove myself as a serious student, fighting to escape his goofy shadow. / [[At a university, Fooker has his bag on his shoulder, smoking and wearing a T-shirt. Justin is in an academy uniform, standing tall.]]
/ Justin: He was smart, but never applied his full potential. He barely graduated high school and squeaked into college. I, however, followed Dad's footsteps and entered a prestigious military academy. / [[Justin's father and Amadeus watch Justin from in an observation room.]]
/ Justin: I didn't know it, but Dad was grooming me for this "pet project" of his... the Undisclosed Government Agency... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030131.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, February 1, 2003 | Nick: Your dad founded the UGA?!?
/ Justin: Not founded, but he was involved pretty much near the beginning. / [[Justin is narrating]]
/ [[Amadeus and a man in the shadows, presumably Fooker and Justin's father]]
/ Justin: The Pentagon wanted a covert ops group so secret not even its members knew everything. Dad and some guy named "Amadeus" hand-picked each operative. I topped both their lists. / [[Justin in training]]
/ Justin: Sure, I was young, but they like to train recruits early. Their practice was to kidnap each recruit and subject them to a battery of tests. I trained hard, since Dad tipped me off. My time was soon. / Justin: Little did I know my drunk, stupid brother decided to pay me a surprise visit the night they came to test me...
/ Fooker: Waitaminnit... I don' live *hic* here... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030201.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, February 2, 2003 | [[Two shadowy UGA men haul a passed-out Fooker into the van]]
/ Man outside van: You sure we got the right guy? This one's a lot scruffier looking...
/ Man inside van: Hey, he saved us some knock-out gas when he passed out on his own. / [[Amadeus looks at an assembly of recruits, while Fooker, a butt in his mouth, sleeps in his seat while others stare.]]
/ Justin narrating: They carted Jason off to the UGA testing facility. Dad wasn't present, so Amadeus oversaw the inquiry. For some reason he couldn't tell the difference.
/ Fooker: Z / [[One agent lifts a barbell, another aims a gun, and two others exercise]]
/ Justin narrating: The tests were grueling, exhausting, and brutal, designed to break the strongest will and the mightiest arm. Only then could true heroes be forged and chosen to be UGA agents. / [[Fooker, his ear protectors blinding him and visual effects showing his inebriation, has hit a bulls-eye with his smoking gun, to the amazement of a UGA instructor]]
/ Justin narrating: But somehow... _somehow_ my brother, even through his alcohol and tobacco induced haze, excelled at each and every trial, breaking every previous record kept. / [[Nick, Sharon, and Ki are astonished. Justin has his hand on his forehead]]
/ Nick: You don't mean...
/ Justin quoting: "If he's this good when he's drunk, imagine what he'll be like when he's sober..." http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030202.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, February 3, 2003 | [[Mr. Barker arrives as Amadeus reviews some papers]]
/ Justin narrating: Only after the test results were compiled did Dad catch the mistake. By then, however, the damage had been done. / [[Mr. Barker storms off, while Amadeus looks cross]]
/ Justin narrating: Amadeus was so taken with Jason's innate skill that he refused to throw out the results. Furious, Dad stormed off, and abandoned the project. / [[Justin sweats and looks shocked while Fooker looks mildly pleased]]
/ Justin narrating: Without Dad's sponsorship, my hopes of entering the UGA were dashed. Amadeus hired Jason, and the rest, I suppose, is history.
/ Fooker: Well blows me down... / [[Nick looks somewhat angry while Justin looks enraged, snaping a pencil in half]]
/ Ki: It's good to see there's no hard feelings between you two over this...
/ Justin: GRRR...
/ http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030203.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, February 4, 2003 | Sharon: Why should you hold this against your brother? It's not his fault the UGA kidnapped him instead of you, Justin? / Justin: Maybe so, but I worked my tail off to get that job, and he waltzed in stone drunk and swiped it from me. He always beat me, without even trying. / Justin: Add on the fact that his antics drove a wedge between us and helped break up our family, and I think I have a right to be upset.
/ Ki: Broke up your family? / Justin: After Dad quit the UGA all of our relationships were strained. When Mom died, there was nothing left to keep Dad around... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030204.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, February 5, 2003 | Nick: Have you heard from your dad since this happened?
/ Justin: Not for a few years, and then only when he paid my last semester's tuition. / Justin: Last I heard, he was overseas, probably in the Persian Gulf. I'd bet he's hoping to be the first one to personally put a bullet in Saddam Hussein's head. / [[Justin looks indignant as Sharon stands up]]
/ Sharon: And Jason? Have you talked to him at all?
/ Justin: Why should I? I have nothing to say to him. / [[Justin's expression softens]]
/ Sharon: I think he'd have a lot to say to you, probably starting off with "I'm sorry." http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030205.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, February 6, 2003 | Sharon: I may not have known your brother as long as you have, but the way you describe him sounds nothing like the man I know. / [[Nick and Ki chime in; Sharon rolls her eyes]]
/ Nick: Actually, the passing the tests while drunk does.
/ Ki: And the shoving the pencils up his nose.
/ Sharon: Sigh. Point taken. / Sharon: But Jason would never intentionally stab someone in the back for his own gain, especially his friends or his own brother. / Sharon: He may be the luckiest goofball secret agent, but he's _our_ goofball secret agent. We love him because he _deserves_ it and we miss him. / {{The characters know what is going on in pictures that accompany "flashback sequences"}} http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030206.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, February 7, 2003 | Nick: Well, it was nice finally getting to meet you, Justin.
/ Justin: Yeah. You guys didn't turn out as nuts as I thought you'd be. / Ki: Well, you can always drop by and talk if you want.
/ Justin: Thanks. I'm new in town, so I could use a friendly face or three. / Sharon: Have you given any more thought about forgiving Jason?
/ Justin: Er, I'll think about what you said, but don't press your luck. / Justin: Of course, with him "out of town," I suppose that means you're technically available...?
/ Sharon: As you said, don't press your luck. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030207.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, February 8, 2003 | [[Justin is sending a message to Fooker]] / Justin typing: Hey, bro. I'm sending this over Dad's old direct terminal, so I hope it still reaches you. Don't worry, I followed protocols. / Justin typing: I ran into some of your old friends today. They seem nice, at least saner than you. They made me think about a few things, about us and Mom and Dad. / Justin typing: Anyway, I know you're busy, but we need to talk sometime. We have a few things to patch up. Let me know when is convenient for you. / [[Fooker, wearing a robe and using a computer connected to a satellite dish, reads Justin's message and smiles in the desert. Anti-aircraft fire lights the night sky]]
/ Justin typing: Your bro, Justin. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030208.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, February 9, 2003 | {{Torg and Gwynn are from Sluggy Freelance}}
/ {{Title: General Protection Freelance}}
/ [[A taxi sits outside a two story house. The doorbell rings]]< http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030209.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, February 10, 2003 | [[Torg is crouched beside a door with his ear pressed against it. A young dark haired lady, Zoe, stands behind him with her arms akimbo.]]
/ Zoe: Torg, What in the world are you doing?
/ Torg: Listening in on Gwynn and her cousin Trudy. / [[Zoe looks perplexed. She holds a finger to her chin in thought.]]
/ Zoe: Cousin Trudy? Gwynn never told me she had a cousin. In fact we never talked about her extended family.
/ Torg: She just dropped in for a visit. / [[Zoe, arms crossed, looks annoyed]]
/ Zoe: You really shouldn't be snooping on them, Torg. It's impolite.
/ Torg: I think I heard one of them say something about world domination. / [[Both Zoe and Torg have their ears pressed against the door]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030210.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, February 11, 2003 | Gwynn: What are you doing here? Is there something you want?
/ Trudy: I need to lay low for a while. Somewhere to hide... / Gwynn: Then that was you I saw on the news, involved in that stuff going on in New York last summer!
/ Trudy: I think I heard a brain cell fire... / Gwynn: That means if I help you I'll be harboring an international terrorist! They could send me to prison and make me wear those terrible orange jumpsuits! / Trudy: Or I can kill you and hide your body where no one can find it.
/ Gwynn: You might be able to share the room upstairs with the ghost... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030211.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, February 12, 2003 | Gwynn: I can't hide you here, I'm sorry. There's too many people here to ask too many questions. Can't you call on someone else? / Trudy: Hrmph. Half our family would turn me in for the FBI's reward. I can't trust them. YOU, on the other hand, are too much of a "Goody Goody" to be THAT mercenary. / Gwynn: Are all my relatives really THAT cutthroat?
/ Trudy: Most of them, yes. Of course, you would have known that if you went to the family reunion a few years ago... / Gwynn: I WAS DEMON POSSESSED AT THE TIME!
/ Trudy: That your best excuse? You really ARE the white sheep of the family... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030212.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, February 13, 2003 | Trudy: Hmm... Maybe staying here is a bad idea anyway, but I can still use cash... and information.
/ Gywnn: Sigh... / Gywnn: Well, here's some of the money I set aside to replace my glasses.
/ Trudy: That'll do. / Gywnn: What information did you want?
/ Trudy: Where did THEY move to? You know who I'm talking about so don't ask who. / Gywnn: Oh. Nevada, I think. At least, that's the return address on the Agnostica card they sent this year. They won't be happy to see you...
/ Trudy: I'm not thrilled at the idea myself... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030213.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, February 14, 2003 | [[Trudy enters the home of Gwen, Torg, and Zoe]]
/ Trudy: And don't forget, I was never here and you never saw me.
/ Gwen: No problem. I can't afford my glasses now... / [[Trudy stands by Torg and Zoe sitting on the couch]]
/ Trudy: You might want to convince your friends of the same thing.
/ Torg: [[Trying rather unconvincingly to appear nonchalant as if he wasn't eavesdropping]] But Zoe, is aerosol cheese real cheese, or just an imposter? / [[Trudy walks by Bun Bun, who is propped on the stair banister]]
/ Trudy: Bun Bun.
/ Bun Bun: Trudy. / [[Gwen does a one-eyebrow lift]]
/ Trudy: Professional courtesy.
/ Bun Bun: Poker Thursday, toots. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030214.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, February 15, 2003 | [[Trudy is sat in the back seat of a taxi]]
/ Trudy (thinks): It was risky coming here, but Gwynn was my best chance of finding a lead. If I could find THEM, then maybe, just maybe... / Trudy (thinks): The UGA, FBI, CIA and every other acronym are after me, and worst of all is C.R.U.D.E. I have nowhere safe anymore, nowhere to turn but one place. / Trudy (thinks): But how will they greet me? With open arms, or rifled barrels? Do I take the risk, or risk worse by NOT taking it? / [[Gwynn watches the taxi drive away]]
/ Gwynn (thinks): Hrmph... Everyone knows that sweater set does NOT go with that skirt... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030215.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, February 16, 2003 | [[Trudy gets into a taxi outside McCarran International Airport, Las Vegas, NV.]]
/ Trudy narrates: I am Trudy Trueheart. My life as I know it has been destroyed. Now I am a fugitive, accused of a crime I did not commit. / [[Trudy, wearing dark sunglasses, glares in thought in the back of the taxi]]
/ Trudy narrates: Who am I kidding? Yeah, I did it, and I'd do it all over again. Only the next time, I'd do it RIGHT. / [[An aerial shot of the taxi driving down a freeway]]
/ Trudy narrates: One wrong choice, one miscalculation, and years of careful work have been lost. Now I'm back to square one, if not set back farther. / [[Nick's face is reflected in the window of the taxi]]
/ Trudy narrates: Yet that one mistake haunts me, and I cannot get his face out of my mind. His look of disappointment burns within my soul... / [[The taxi pulls up into the driveway of a large, stately mansion]]
/ Trudy narrates: Now is not the time for this. I have come full circle, and it is time to seek sanctuary from the last hope I have left. / Trudy narrates: I've come home.
/ Trudy: Um, hi Mom.
/ Mrs Trueheart: Great. Now my weekend is COMPLETELY ruined. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030216.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, February 16, 2003 | [[Trudy gets into a taxi outside McCarran International Airport, Las Vegas, NV.]]
/ Trudy narrates: I am Trudy Trueheart. My life as I know it has been destroyed. Now I am a fugitive, accused of a crime I did not commit. / [[Trudy, wearing dark sunglasses, glares in thought in the back of the taxi]]
/ Trudy narrates: Who am I kidding? Yeah, I did it, and I'd do it all over again. Only the next time, I'd do it RIGHT. / [[An aerial shot of the taxi driving down a freeway]]
/ Trudy narrates: One wrong choice, one miscalculation, and years of careful work have been lost. Now I'm back to square one, if not set back farther. / [[Nick's face is reflected in the window of the taxi]]
/ Trudy narrates: Yet that one mistake haunts me, and I cannot get his face out of my mind. His look of disappointment burns within my soul... / [[The taxi pulls up into the driveway of a large, stately mansion]]
/ Trudy narrates: Now is not the time for this. I have come full circle, and it is time to seek sanctuary from the last hope I have left. / Trudy narrates: I've come home.
/ Trudy: Um, hi Mom.
/ Mrs Trueheart: Great. Now my weekend is COMPLETELY ruined. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030216.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, February 17, 2003 | Trudy's mother: So the prodigal daughter has come home, and just in time to ruin my business trip.
/ Trudy: Hello to you too, Mom. / Trudy's mother: I was just going to take the private jet to Reno to close a multi-billion dollar deal. Guess I have to stay here and entertain my failure offspring. / Trudy: My being here never kept you home before.
/ Trudy's mother: Oh, ouch. You wound me to the quick. Now get lost. / Trudy: Let me in or I'll tell the IRS about your little "second business" in Columbia you never pay taxes on...
/ Trudy's mother: Reeves! Prepare another guest room. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030217.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, February 18, 2003 | Trudy: Hello, Reeves.
/ Reeves: Ah, Miss Trudy. I trust I should break out your old whips and chains from storage? / Trudy: Not yet. What's this about ANOTHER guest room?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: You're not the only freeloader mooching off me today. / Trudy: What's that smell? I haven't smelled that in years, and even then it was only when I got a visit from--
/ Mr. Glowerhausen [[out of frame]]: MOONBEAM! / Trudy: DADDY?!?
/ Mr. Glowerhausen: Moonbeam, my child! My horoscope told me to expect joy in frumpy clothes today! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030218.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, February 19, 2003 | Trudy: Wh-what's Daddy doing here?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: After all these years, he finally won the divorce lawsuit. / Mrs. Glowerhausen: Now I have to pay him alimony, and he has to stay here until they finish building his mansion in Beverly Hills. / Trudy: Is he still smoking those joints?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: Actually, he got a crooked doctor to prescribe him marijuana for his "back pain."
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030219.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, February 20, 2003 | Mr. Glowerhausen: Oh, how wonderful! You have blossomed nicely into womanhood, my Moonbeam!
/ Trudy: Dad, stop calling me that. / Mr. Glowerhausen: Your chi tells me you are fertile! If you mate now, you will bear us many wonderful grandchildren!
/ Trudy: DAD! / Mr. Glowerhausen: But I sense you have no boyfriend! Reeves! Hurry! You must lay with her at once, before it's too late!
/ Reeves: Yes, Sir.
/ Trudy: DAD! / Reeves: Of course, Miss Trudy, you realize I am only following orders...
/ Trudy: Touch me and you'll be eating through a straw out your--
/ Mr. Glowerhausen: ASSUME POSITION! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030220.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, February 21, 2003 | Mrs. Glowerhausen: I see you escaped from your father...
/ Trudy: It wasn't easy. Reeves was too eager to help. / Mrs. Glowerhausen: Yes, Reeves always did take a liking to you.
/ Trudy: Like when I found that video camera in my shower when I was sixteen...? / Mrs. Glowerhausen: Actually, I put that there for surveillance. He just took advantage of it.
/ Trudy: Hrmph. You never did trust me. / Mrs. Glowerhausen: And I still don't. I know why you're here, Trudy. You're in big trouble, and you can't expect me to bail you out. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030221.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, February 22, 2003 | Trudy: So you know about New York?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: Enough to know why the FBI came looking for you three weeks ago. / Trudy: Look, I'm not looking for you to bail me out. I just need to lay low for awhile. If they've already looked here, odds are they won't be back. / Mrs. Glowerhausen: So be it. You can stay here for now. But you can't leave the grounds. Too many people saw you come here as it is. No point risking more exposure. / Trudy: And how long can I stay?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: As long as it's convenient... for ME. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030222.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, February 23, 2003 | [[The younger Glowerhausens meet at an anti-war rally]]
/ Trudy {{describing}}: For all intents and purposes, I was a mistake. My mother, in her youthful ignorance, married my father after meeting him at an anti-war rally. I came soon after. / [[Mrs. Glowerhausen angrily observes Mr. Glowerhausen lounging and young Trudy playing]]
/ Trudy {{describing}}: My mother inherited a small fortune, and upon readjusting her life, proceeded to grow it. She soon came to regret past choices. / [[Mr. Glowerhausen gives a gift to young Trudy]]
/ Trudy {{describing}}: Father never outgrew his hippie ways, and took to drifting. I would only see him when he returned to mooch more money.
/ Mr. Glowerhausen: Moonbeam's first bong!
/ Young Trudy: ? / [[Young Trudy grabs a record album from two boys]]
/ Trudy {{describing}}: Out of this, I grew up spoiled yet alone. I had only myself to look toward, and I quickly learned to watch out for "Number One."
/ Young Trudy: MINE! / [[Trudy leaves home]]
/ Trudy {{describing}}: I took my allowance and paid for college tuition. I would manipulate others, just as I had been a pawn. I would push myself toward the greatness I deserved. / Trudy {{describing}} Then... There's Reeves.
/ Reeves: Shall I draw you a bubble bath and join you, Miss Trudy?
/ Trudy: Get lost, you perv. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030223.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, February 24, 2003 | Trudy: This place sure is bigger than our old one...
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: I moved mainly so your father couldn't find me. Obviously, that didn't work. / Trudy: Should I even guess who gets it in your will?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: Not YOU or HIM. I'm selling it all and having a solid gold casket made. / Trudy: Gee, thanks, Mom.
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: The last thing he needs is more cash to squander, and I don't trust YOU. And if your sister finds out... / Trudy: MY WHAT?!?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: Crap. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030224.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, February 25, 2003 | Trudy: I have a SISTER?!
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: Sigh. Yes, you have a little sister. I gave her up for adoption right after she was born. / Mrs. Glowerhausen: She has no idea who her birth parents are, and I want to keep it that way. So don't try to find her. For all purposes, she doesn't exist. / Trudy: B-but why did you get rid of her?
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: Because your father wanted another child and I didn't. So I took an extended "business trip," had her, and came back. He never knew. / Trudy: I thought you had a hysterectomy...
/ Mrs. Glowerhausen: This was before then. Let's just say there was copious amounts of alcohol involved... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030225.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, February 26, 2003 | [[Trudy considers her life as she walks through her mother's mansion.]]
/ Trudy (thinking): So now I have a sister I never knew. Another wonderful piece to our dysfunctional family puzzle. / Trudy (thinking): Mom told me not to look for her, but I wonder...she COULD be a new ally. At the same time, she could be a new THREAT. / [[She looks out the window...]]
/ Trudy (thinking): Should I take that chance? Leaving her unknown could be just as great a risk. And she could be a lead to... Oh, no... / [[Truck with wire-glass windows and a police car, and agents wearing FBI jackets preparing weapons.]]
/ Trudy (thinking): I've been ratted out! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030226.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, February 27, 2003 | [[Trudy storms into her mother's office.]]
/ Trudy: You cold-hearted, traitorous witch! So I'm no longer convenient, am I? Time to take out the trash!
/ Trudy's Mom: What in the world are you talking about? / [[Trudy points angrily to the exit.]]
/ Trudy: The thirty or so FBI agents outside ready to storm the front door! You decided to turn me in after all!
/ Trudy's Mom: I didn't call them! / [[Trudy's Mom stands up indignantly.]]
/ Trudy's Mom: The last thing I want is the Feds barging in here and learning about my OWN illegal practices! I didn't tip them off!
/ Trudy: Well, then who DID? / [[Trudy's father appears in the doorway.]]
/ Trudy's Dad: --I-- did.
/ [[Trudy and her mother look absolutely shocked.]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030227.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, February 28, 2003 | [[Trudy's father is standing near both women, Trudy is enraged.]]
/ Trudy: --YOU-- TIPPED OFF THE FBI THAT I WAS HERE?!
/ Trudy's Dad: Yes, Moonbeam. It is time you paid for your crimes. / [[Trudy's mother crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at Trudy's father.]]
/ Trudy's Mom: Since when have you been sober enough to pull THAT off?
/ Trudy's Dad: Since I cleaned up my life and joined the Bureau twenty years ago. / [[Trudy reels forward.]]
/ Trudy: YOU'RE AN FBI AGENT?
/ [[Trudy's father points at her.]]
/ Trudy's Dad: Yes, although I kept up this façade to keep tabs on your mother. I never thought I'd have to turn YOU in. / [[Trudy doubles over and starts hyperventilating. Trudy's mother puts her hands on her hips.]]
/ Trudy (weakly): I can't believe this is happening...
/ [[Trudy's father sticks a finger straight up, indicating a good idea.]]
/ Trudy's Dad: Turn yourself in, Moonbeam. It'll be good Karma. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030228.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, March 1, 2003 | [[Trudy and her mother are running through the house.]]
/ Trudy: I can't believe Dad is an FBI agent... or that he has such a glass jaw...
/ Trudy's Mom: I've always WANTED to deck him... / [[Trudy and her mother come up to a bookcase. Trudy's mother reaches for a book.]]
/ Trudy's Mom: This bookcase opens to a secret passage. I had it installed in case one of my "clients" forced me to make a hasty retreat. It has two exits: you go East, I'll go West. / [[Trudy's mother glares at Trudy.]]
/ Trudy's Mom: Trudy, I never want you to come looking for me again. You are too much of a liability. You've got your own demons to face, so leave me alone to face mine. Good luck. / [[Trudy and her mother run down opposite escape routes.]]
/ Trudy (Narrates): So here I am, all alone once more. Just goes to prove that some enemies are closer than any friend... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030301.html |
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