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Number 361: The Times, They Are A-Changin' [[Outside, a man is playing guitar and singing]] / Faye: Argh, there's nothing I hate more than a badly-tuned acoustic guitar butchering Bob Dylan. / Martin: I know what you mean. Disease, famine, genocide... they're all peanuts compared to bad musicianship. / Man: [[singing]] Come senators, congressmen / Please heed the call / Don't stand in the doorway / Don't block up the hall / Faye: I was being hyperbolic, smarty pants. / Martin: Do you think that dude is aware of how awful he sounds? Or is he just some crazy drunken guy with a guitar, trying his best to tell us how the times are changin'? / Faye: Maybe it's performance art. He's actually a clasically-trained Berklee graduate or something, exploring Dylan's music from a dystopian, atonal perspective. / Martin: The guitar is out of tune because times are bad! The singing is off-ket because of all the injustice in the world today! / Faye: Wait, no, nevermind. I just saw him take a big pull from a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and now he's yelling about "the gummit". Your crazy drunken bum hypothesis has been confirmed. / Martin: The guitar is out of tune because of alcohol! The singing is off-key because of the voices in his head! / Man: [[yelling]] They're tryin' ta take mah head an' use it fer 'speriments! 'S why I don' pay muh goddamned income taxes!
Number 362: Arf [[Faye and Dora in the Coffe of Doom]] / Faye: Hey spookypants. / Dora: Hey generic-but-vaguely-cute nickname. / [[Written on the chalkboard: Triple espresso brownie, Triple brownie espresso, TEA OF DOOM]] / Faye: My my, aren't we the sassy one today. / Dora: I'm all riled up from dudes hitting on me this morning. / Faye: Did you hear that, Marten? You better make a move soon or some boy will steal her away. / Marten: Heh, well I don't think I really need to worry about that. / Marten: [[hands on his mouth]] Oh my God. I just realized how awful that sounded. / Faye: Holy crap, Marten. If your foot was wedged any further down your throat you'd be choking on your femur. / Dora: Aww, look at the horrified expression on his face! He's like a puppy who just got caught pooping on the carpet.
Number 363: Life is Full of Them [[In the Coffee of Doom]] / Marten: Well much as I'd love to stay and further make an ass of myself, I really need to go do some grocery shopping. / Dora: Okay sweetie, see you later. / Faye: Stay away from the peaches. / {{Faye is refering to her and Marten's conversation in Number 355}} / Faye: Hey, where's Raven? Isn't she working today? / Dora: Yeah, she's right... / <> / [[Raven grabs Faye]] / Faye: Gah! / Raven: Surprise hug and tickle attack! / Dora: I suppose I should have warned you that Faye isn't a very hug or tickle-friendly person. / Raven: [[from the floor]] SuCh pReTTy StARs.... / Faye: Adrenaline... surging through body... I think... I think my latent mutant powers have been awakened...
Number 364: You Give An Inch [[In the Coffee of Doom. Raven is picking herself up off the floor]] / Faye: I am so sorry Raven, I didn't mean to hurt you. It was just my self-defense instincts kicking in. / Raven: Heheh, it's okay. I've never been given a full body flip like that before. It was kind of fun except for the hurty part at the end. / Dora: Wow, you apologized for your actions? The Faye I know would have just muttered "meh, it's her own stupid fault" and sauntered away. / Faye: That Faye is dead and gone. At least, I hope she is. I'm making an effort to be less of an awful bitch from now on. / Dora: Is it cold in here? Because this place is heated by the souls of the damned and I think hell just froze over. / Faye: Okay Raven, what have you learned today? / Raven: [[putting her hat back on]] That I shouldn't sneak up on you from behind and try to tickle you. / Faye: Good girl! / Dora: She didn't say anything about non-sneaky tickling! Get her, Raven! / Raven: You heard what the boss said, Faye. Coochie coochie coo! / Faye: Ackpth! Nooo!
Number 365: Or Maybe a Bug-Zapper [[Marten waling into his apartment, mibling to himself]] / Marten: "I don't think I really need to worry about that, nurrrr." God, could I *be* any stupider? / {{Reference: Number 362}} / Pintsize: Probably, if you hit yourself in the head with a hammer or something. What was the context of that quote of yours? / Marten: Faye was joking about some other dude stealing Dora away from me, and that was my reply. Total foot in mouth moment. / Pintsize: Well aren't you more interested in Faye anyway? I mean, you really DON'T have to worry about Dora. / Marten: Bu that's not what I meant! I mean, its not what I intended to... augh, I don't even know what I meant anymore. I swear, sometimes I wish I were into dudes so I wouldn't have to worry about girls anymore. / Pintsize: I doubt being attracted to men would make your life any simpler. / Marten: Yeah, I know. It's not girls who are the problem, it's me. / Pintsize: Hey now, don't be too hard on yourself. faye IS something of a problem. / Marten: She's a problem for me like a porch light is a problem for a moth.
Number 365: Or Maybe A Bug-Zapper [[Marten and Faye's apartment]] / Marten: "I don't think I really need to worry about that, nurrrr." God, could I be any stupider? / Pintsize: Probably, if you hit yourself in the head with a hammer or something. What was the context of that quote of yours? / Marten: Faye was joking about some other dude stealing Dora away from me, and that was my reply. Total foot in mouth moment. / Pintsize: Well aren't you more interested in Faye anyway? I mean, you really DON'T have to worry about Dora. / Marten: But that's not what I meant! I mean, it's not what I intended to... augh, I don't even know what I meant anymore. / Marten: I swear, sometimes I wish I were into dudes so I wouldn't have to worry about girls anymore. / Pintsize: I doubt that being attracted to men would make your life any simpler. / Marten: Yeah, I know. It's not girls who are the problem, it's me. / Pintsize: Hey now, don't be too hard on yourself. Faye IS something of a problem. / Marten: She's a problem for me like a porch light is a problem for a moth.
 
Questionable Content: Number 366: Stay Out of the Pit {{Title: Number 366: Stay Out of the Pit}} / [[Panel 1: Ellen, Steve, and Natasha at a table in a restaurant]] / Ellen: Ooh, here comes the waiter. / Natasha: Hey, he looks kinda familiar. / [[Panel 2: Waiter Amir appears]] / Amir: Afternoon everybody, can I get you some drinks before you order? / Natasha: Excuse me, but were you at the Converge show two weeks ago? / [[Panel 3: Closeup on Amir and Natasha, Anir pointing finger of recognition]] / Amir: Yeah, why do you... oh hey, I remember you! You were the chick who kicked me in the face during "You Fail Me"! / Natasha: I knew you looked familiar! Man, that pit was crazy. / Amir: You totally knocked out one of my teeth with your boot. / [[We notice the minor dental flaw, which has been present all along.]] / Natasha: Yeah, I found it on the floor after the show. I wanted to give it back but I couldn't find you in the crowd. It's on my dresser at home if you want it. / [[Panel 4. Natasha stands, clasps left hands with Amir. Steve and Natasha eye each other.]] / Amir: That'd be rad. Can you bring it by later on? I get off at seven tonight. My name's Amir, by the way. / Natasha: I'm Nat. Sorry about kicking you in the face. / Amir: Nah, it's cool. / Steve: [[aside, to Ellen]] This is the weirdest courtship I have ever witnessed. / Ellen: The scary part is that this is pretty normal for Natasha.
Number 367: Or Meg White, It's Up To You Steve: So let me get this straight -- you kicked this guy in the face in a mosh pit and knocked out one of his friggin' _teeth_, and now he asks you for your phone number? / Natasha: Yeah, pretty much. What's the big deal? / Steve: I just don't get the whole hardcore "we beat the shit out of each other and then hug" thing. / Natasha: That's just how the scene is. Either you understand it or you don't. / Ellen: She took me to a concert once but between the scary screaming and the scary kids punching each other I didn't like it much. / Steve: Well, whatever floats your boat I guess. I feel a lot safer at indie rock shows where everyone just stands there with their arms folded. / Natasha: That is so lame. At a hardcore show you can break a dude's nose and he'll high-five you, but if you accidentally make eye contact with someone at an indie show it's the biggest social faux pas ever. / Steve: Indie kids are like gorillas -- peaceful by nature, but if you make eye contact they see it as a challenge. / Natasha: A challenge to what, see who has the biggest boner for Stephen Malkmus? / Ellen: Natasha! / Steve: Actually it's usually the chick from Cat Power. She's hot.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Faye: Oh my God, I can't believe you actually own an Apocalyptica album. / Dora: Before you go all Indie Pundit on me, remember who signs your paychecks. / Faye: It's all right Dora, no need to be ashamed. We all have CD purchases that we regret. You have your Apocalyptica, I have my Bloc Party. / Dora: I think I like the concept of cellists playing Metallica songs better than the actual execution. / Faye: I think the world needs more genre experiments like that. Maybe an a capella Explosions in the Sky tribute - bearded, earnest dudes in black turtlenecks just humming as intensely as they possibly can. / Dora: An Opeth cover band that only uses bluegrass instrumentation! Weird atonal banjo riffs at 180 bpm! / Faye: A kazoo orchestra performing the entirety of The Who's Tommy! They even smash their instruments at the end! / Dora:Actually that'd be an improvement upon the original. / Raven: Or like when punk bands play sped up covers of old songs! I love that! / Faye: Raven I am trying as hard as I possibly can not to say something snide right now. I just thought you should know that. / Dora: Just let it out, Faye. Holding that stuff in will give you cancer.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Storeroom]] / Faye: Oh my God, I can't believe you actually own an Apocalyptica album. / Dora: Before you go all Indie Pundit on me, remember who signs your paychecks. / [[Coffee of Doom]] / Faye: It's all right, Dora, no need to be ashamed. We all have CD purchases that we regret. You have your Apocalyptica, I have my Bloc Party. / Dora: I think I liked the concept of cellists playing Metallica songs better than the actual execution. / Faye: I think the world needs more genre experiments like that. Maybe an a capella Explosions in the Sky tribute- bearded, earnest dudes in black turtlenecks just humming as intensely as they possibly can. / Dora: An Opeth cover band that only uses bluegrass instrumentation! Weird atonal banjo riffs at 180 bpm! / Faye:A kazoo orchestra performing the entirety of The Who's Tommy! They even smash their instruments at the end! / Dora: Actually that'd be an improvement on the original. / Raven: Or like when punk bands play sped up covers of old songs! I love that! / Faye: Raven I am trying as hard as I possibly can not to say something snide right now. I just thought you should know that. / Dora: Just let it out, Faye. Holding that stuff in will give you cancer.
Number 369: Ben and Jerry [[In the Coffee of Doom, Faye is changing CDs]] / Raven: Who is this on the stereo? It doesn't sound like they're singing in English. / Faye: It's a band called Dungen. I think they're from Sweden. / Raven: They're weird. / Faye: Raven, do you ever feel even the slightest urge to listen to music that hasn't been hand-fed to you by MTV and ClearChannel? / Raven: I don't really know what you mean. I just like stuff I hear on the radio. What's the big deal with all this "indie" stuff? / Faye: Look at it this way. Do you like ice cream? / Raven: Mm, yes! / Faye: I do too! Chocolate used to be my favorite flavor but I got bored of eating just one kind of ice cream all the time. So now I go looking for all sorts of other weird flavors to try out, because they're interesting. / Raven: [[quietly]] You know, all that ice cream is probably why you're a little chunky around the hips. / Faye: Dammit Raven I am not going to let you derail my metaphor. / Dora: Screw your metaphor, I want some ice cream now.
Number 369: Ben and Jerry [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Raven: Who is this on the stereo? It doesn't sound like they're singing in English. / Faye: It's a band called Dungen. I think they're from Sweden. / Raven: They're weird. / Faye: Raven, do you ever feel even the slightest urge to listen to music that hasn't been hand-fed to you by MTV and ClearChannel? / Raven: I don't really know what you mean. I just like the stuff I hear on the radio. What's the big deal with all this "indie" stuff? / Faye: Look at it this way. Do you like ice cream? / Raven: Mm, yes! / Faye: I do too! Chocolate used to be my favorite flavor, but I got bored of eating just one kind of ice cream all the time. So now I go looking for all sorts of other weird flavors to try out, because they're interesting. / Raven: You know, all that ice cream is probably why you're a little chunky around the hips. / Faye: Dammit Raven I am not going to let you derail my metaphor. / Dora: Screw your metaphor, I want some ice cream now.
Number 370: So Slippery! [[Faye, Raven and Dora, leaning on the counter in the Coffee of Doom]] / Faye: I'm bored. / Raven: Me too. / Dora: Yeah, it's been a slow day. And I'm sick of these stupid barrettes. My hair wants to be free! / Faye: Whoa, Dorafro! / Dora: Yeah, it'll do that. I've got a pretty thick head of hair on me. / Raven: You're so lucky. Mine is totally thin and frizzy unless I put a ton of product in it. / Faye: [[touching Raven's hair]] Eww, what kind of product are you using? Seal blubber? / Reven: No, silly. It's some hair gel my roommate had under the sink. It's called Astro-Glide and works really well! It's not greasy but it still has pretty good hold. / Dora: Uh... Raven, Astro-Glide is what you put on your lady-parts if you want to have sex but feel kind of dry down there. / Raven: What? Eww! Why would you use hair gel for that? / Dora: Faye, erase the blackboard. I think I'm going to have to draw her a diagram. / Faye: Okay, but only if you call 911 first. I'm about to start laughing so hard I'll need an ambulance.
 
Number 371: There Is No Stopping Him Marten: Hey, I'm back. / Faye: That was fast. Did they have clementines at the store? / Marten: Yup. Got a bag of 'em just for you. / Faye: Hooray! You win the Thoughtful Boy Award for today. / Marten: Hey Dora, isn't Raven working today? / Dora: Yeah, she's in the back washing her hair. / Marten: Why? / Dora: Long, hilarious story. / Marten: I don't suppose it has anything to do with the, uh, interesting diagram on the blackboard. / Dora: Yeah, Raven kind of confused a bottle of lube for hair gel this morning. / Marten: Wow. That brings a whole new meaning to the term "head-banging", eh? Eh? / Faye: Her noggin has to be good for something. Yours is apparently only good for making terrible puns. / Dora: I'm pretty sure I've seen at least one fetish website dedicated to that.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Coffee of Doom]] / Marten: Hey, I'm back. / Faye: That was fast. Did they have clementines at the store? / Marten: Yup. Got a bag of 'em just for you. / Faye: Hooray! You win the Thoughtful Boy Award for today. / [[The chalkboard reads: TODAY'S SPECIALS: -Triple Espresso Brownie -Triple Brownie Espresso -We Prank-Call Your Boss -TEA OF DOOM (with a frowny face with x-ed out eyes]] / [[The pictures of Dora and Raven are still on the board. Dora's reads: She's The Boss!, Not a Lesbian, esspressologist, Tough on Crime, and Recovering Goth. Raven's reads: Emo Cutie!, The Nice One, (Hearts) Alkaline Trio, 7 Piercings!]] / [[There is now also a diagram on the board. It depicts the right place (lady parts) and wrong place (Raven's hair) to put Astro-Glide.]] / Marten: Hey Dora, isn't Raven working today? / Dora: Yeah, she's in the back washing her hair. / Marten: Why? / Dora: Long, hilarious story. / Marten: I don't suppose it has anything to do with the, uh, interesting diagram up on the blackboard. / Dora: Yeah, Raven kind of confused a bottle of lube for hair gel this morning. / Marten: Wow. That brings a whole new meaning to the term "head-banging", eh? Eh? / Faye: Her noggin has to be good for something. Yours is apparently only good for making terrible puns. / Dora: I'm pretty sure I've seen at least one fetish website dedicated to that.
Number 372: Not Frizzy So Much As Medusa-Esque [[In the Coffee of Doom, Faye is speaking to Raven in the bathroom]] / Faye: Hey squicky-head, you almost done in there? / Raven: [[in the bathroom]] Yes, and quit calling me that! I didn't know it was lube! / Faye: Squick squick squick! / Raven: Stoppit! / Dora: Man, that's an awful nickname. I guess I'm lucky you merely dubbed me "spookypants." / Faye: I've learned that it is unwise to give your employer a moniker he or she takes offense to. / Marten: I'm proud to say that I _earned_ her pet name for me: "Throbbing McStudly." / Dora: Oh? And how exactly did you do that? / Marten: She ripped out one of the wall studs in our apartment and beat me with it until I was covered in throbbing bruises. / Faye: He's exaggerating. It was just a regular 'ol two-by-four. I didn't rip it out of the wall. / Raven: I got that lubey junk out of my hair, but I don't think this is much of an improvement. / Dora: I feel your pain, Raven. I've had lubey junk in my hair before and it wasn't pleasant. / Faye: Wait, _junk_ junk? Like, boy-parts junk? Why on earth... / Dora: I briefly dated a yoga instructor a couple of years ago. One night he lost his concentration and slipped. / Marten: I'm going to tell myself you're just making that up, because the implications would shatter my feeble mind if you aren't.
Number 373: Worst Chiaroscuro Ever [[Dora, Faye, Raven, amd Marten in the Coffee of Doom]] / Dora: Man, I'm starving. / Faye: More like sex-starved. / Dora: Glass houses, Faye. / Raven: We should order a pizza! / Dora: Good plan. You wanna stay and eat with us, Marten? / Marten: Oh uh sure, let me just go get some cash from-- / Faye: Hush you. We have a tip jar for a reason. That reason is greasy Italian goodness. / Dora: You mean like my -- / Faye: Not. Another. Word. / Marten: [[to Raven]] Sheesh, they're both all riled up today huh. / Raven: I think it's their time of the month, if you know what I mean. / Dora: I can't vouch for Faye, but let's just say that my panties look like Jackson Pollock going through a red phase. / Faye: I suppose that'd be better than Picasso's blue period. / Raven: Whoa, Picasso had blue periods? I though he was a guy! / Marten: We'd better not order sausage on the pizza or my bowels will resemble a Bosch tomorrow.
Number 374: Not Sure What Her Super-Power Actually Is [[A pizza delivery girl comes to the Coffee of Doom dressed as a Super Hero]] / Pizza Girl: One large pepperoni pizza. That'll be twelve dollars. / Dora: Thank you, Pizza Girl. Civilization itself would crumble if not for your food-delivering prowess. / Pizza Girl: All in a day's work, ma'am. / Dora: Pizza's here. / Faye: You know, I just noticed -- you and Marten have basically the same haircut. / Dora: Hey, you're right. Clearly this means we must fight to the death all gladiator-style to determine the rightful owner of this hairstyle. / Marten: Or uh one of us could get a different one or something. / Dora: Aww, I was really looking forward to the loinclths and sweaty wrestling. / Marten: Sorry, I'm a lover, not a fighter. / Dora: That doesn't necessarily preclude loinclothes or wrestling, you know. / Faye: Great, instead of _Ben Hur_ we get _Dora Hurrr._
Number 374: Not Sure What Her Super-Power Actually Is [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Pizza Girl: One large pepperoni pizza. That'll be twelve dollars. / Dora: Thank you, Pizza Girl. Civilization itself would crumble if not for your food-delivering prowess. / Pizza Girl: All in a day's work, ma'am. / Dora: Pizza's here. / Faye: You know, I just noticed- you and Marten have basically the same haircut. / Dora: Hey, you're right. Clearly this means we must fight to the death all gladiator-style to determine the rightful owner of this hairstyle. / Marten: Or uh one of us could get a different one or something. / Dora: Aww, I was really looking forward to the loincloths and the sweaty wrestling. / Marten: Sorry, I'm a lover not a fighter. / Dora: That doesn't necessarily preclude loincloths or wrestling, you know. / Faye: Great, instead of Ben Hur we get Dora Hurrr.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Number 375: And A Shot of Bitchiness / [[Dora, Marten, Faye, and Raven are sitting at a table in Coffee of Doom eating pizza, a well-dressed man is standing nearby]] / Man: Uh, excuse me... / Dora: Yeah? whaddya want? / Man: Well, I'd like a cup of coffee. / Dora: Sure, help yourself. / Man: What? / Dora: The coffee pot is behind the counter. You can get your change out of the tip jar. / Man: What? You WORK here, you're supposed to get the it for me! / Dora: [[annoyedly referring to her pizza slice]] Yeah well I'm eating right now. You're a big boy, you can pour yourself a cup of coffee. / Man: You...I...Just... You know what? FINE. I'll get the damn coffee myself. / Man: [[from off panel]] There's not even any friggin change in the tip jar! / Dora: Well duh, how do you think we paid for this pizza? Just leave that twenty in the jar, we'll need lunch tomorrow too. / Marten: Man, you girls are cruel. / Faye: The weird thing is this guy still comes in every day. / Raven: I think he likes us because we give him something to be mad about for the rest of the day.
Number 375: And A Shot Of Bitchiness [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Customer: Uh, excuse me... / Dora: Yeah? Whaddaya want? / Customer: Well, I'd like a cup of coffee. / Dora: Sure, help yourself. / Customer: What? / Dora: The coffee pot is behind the counter. You can get your change out of the tip jar. / Customer: What? You WORK here, you're supposed to get the it for me! / Dora: Yeah well I'm eating right now. You're a big boy, you can pour yourself a cup of coffee. / Customer: You...I...Just... You know what? FINE. I'll get the damn coffee myself. / Customer: There's not even any friggin' change in the tip jar! / Dora: Well duh, how do you think we paid for this pizza? Just leave that twenty in the jar, we'll need lunch tomorrow too. / Marten: Man, you girls are cruel. / Faye: The weird thing is this guy still comes in every day. / Raven: I think he likes us because we give him something to be mad about for the rest of the day.
 
Number 376: Holy, Shining Flower Number 376: Holy, Shining Flower / Faye: <> / Dora: Classy. / Marten: It's even better when she belches her own name. / Faye: I'm still working on the "Whitaker" part. It's pretty hard! / Marten: Speaking of names, did your parents really name you Raven? / Raven: Actually it's my middle name. I go by it because I don't really like my first name. / Faye: Oh, now I simply must know what it is. Go on, spill it. / Raven: It's {{whispers}} Blodwyn. / Faye: What? Speak up, I can't hear you. / Raven: It's Blodwyn, okay?! I hate it. Blahhhdwyn. Stupid Welsh parents. / Faye: Aww, I think Welsh names are kind of pretty! Cheer up Blody-pants, I'll burp your name for you if you like. / Dora: Blody-pants, eh? I'll refrain from making the obvious menstrual joke. / Raven: Blodwyn must be Welsh for "girl who gets made fun of all the time". / Marten: So would your middle name make it "girl who gets made fun of all the time and gets attacked by crows"?
Holy, Shining Flower Faye: <> / Dora: Classy. / Marten: It's even better when she belched her own name. / Faye: I'm still working on the "Whitaker" part. It's pretty hard! / Marten: Speaking of names, did your parents really name you Raven? / Raven: Actually it's my middle name. I go by it because I don't really like my first name. / Faye: Oh, now I simply must know what it is. Go on, spill it. / <> / Raven: It's Blodwyn. / Faye: What? Speak up, I can't hear you. / Raven: It's Blodwyn, okay?! I hate it. Blahhhdwyn. Stupid Welsh parents. / Faye: Aww, I think Welsh names are kind of pretty! Cheer up Blody-pants, I'll burp your name for you if you like. / Raven: Blodwyn must be Welsh for "girl who gets made fun of all the time". / Dora: Blody-pants, eh? I'll refrain from making the obvious menstrual joke. / Marten: So would your middle name make it "girl who gets made fun of all the time and gets attacked by crows"?
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Number 377: To Say Nothing Of Her Hentai Collection / Marten: Man have you heard the new Album Leaf EP? It sounds like the soundtrack for a high-budget porno flick where all the actors are Apple Powerbooks. / Faye: "Warning: double-penetration of your Powerbook's FireWire port will void its warrenty and possibly give your computer herpes." / Dora: Ooh, sexy computer music? I am intrigued by this. / Marten: I could burn you a copy if you want. / Dora: How about you just upload it to my server? I can give you a login and a directory so we can share stuff. / Faye: I didn't know you knew that much about computery things. / Dora: Well, it's like I said before. I know just enough to get myself into trouble. Anyway Marten, I'll set up a folder tonight that you can FTP to. / Faye: Make sure you don't go poking around in her box. You might find scary things! / Marten: I think my double entendre gland just burst. / Dora: You don't need to worry about that, Marten. I keep all my furry erotica and Star Wars slash fiction locked tightly away where you won't accidentally come across it. / Faye: See? Scary things! Furry porn is like syphilis for your computer! / Marten: I think she's joking, Faye.
Number 377: To Say Nothing Of Her Hentai Collection [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Marten: Man have you heard the new Album Leaf EP? It sounds like the soundtrack for a high-budget porno flick where all the actors are Apple Powerbooks. / Faye: "Warning: double-penetration of your Powerbook's FireWire port will void its warranty and possibly give your computer herpes." / Dora: Ooh, sexy computer music? I am intrigued by this. / Marten: I could burn you a copy if you want. / Dora: How about you just upload it to my server? I can give you a login and a directory so we can share stuff. / Faye: I didn't know you knew that much about computery things. / Dora: Well, it's like I said before. I know just enough to get myself into trouble. Anyway Marten, I'll set up a folder tonight that you can FTP to. / Faye: Make sure you don't go poking around in her box. You might find scary things! / Marten: I think my double-entendre gland just burst. / Dora: You don't need to worry about that, Marten. I keep all my furry erotica and Star Wars slash fiction locked tightly away where you won't accidentally come across it. / Faye: See? Scary things! Furry porn is like syphillis for your computer! / Marten: I think she's joking, Faye.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Title bar: Number 378: He's Done The Unthinkable / Faye: Woo! My shift is up! / Marten: Right on, we'd better get home and start packing. / Dora: Oh that's right, you guys are moving soon huh. / Marten: Yep. The apartment will actually be vacant tomorrow so we can start movin' stuff in then / Dora: Lucky you. I can just imagine Faye cracking a whip while you drag the couch up the stairs. / Faye: Oh, is tomorrow S&M night? Silly me, I had forgotten! / Marten: Crap, and my gimp mask is still at the cleaner's / <> / Dora: Oh man, don't even joke about that. You two have enough of a dom/sub dynamic going as it is. / Marten: Hey, I can be assertive sometimes! / <> / Dora: What's that expression, Faye? Surely it couldn't be remorse. / Faye: Well obviously I had to visit horrific violence upon him as a matter of principle, but I really admire the sheer audacity of smacking me on the ass. I'm torn. / Marten: I may have a fractured skull, but my point is proven! Also did you see how her butt jiggled? Totally worth it.
Number 378: He's Done The Unthinkable FAYE: Woo! My shift is up! / MARTEN: Right on, we'd better get home and start packing. / DORA: Oh that's right. You guys are moving soon, huh. / MARTEN: Yep. The apartment will actually be vacant tomorrow so we can start movin' stuff in then. / DORA: Lucky you. I can just imagine Faye cracking a whip while you drag the couch up the stairs. / FAYE: Oh, is tomorrow S&M night? Silly me, I had forgotten! / MARTEN: Crap, and my gimp mask is still at the cleaner's. / DORA: Oh man, don't even joke about that. You two have enough of a dom/sub dynamic going as it is. / MARTEN: Hey, I can be assertive sometimes! / [[Marten smacks Faye's butt]] / [[Marten is lying on the floor. Faye's fists are raised in a post-punching position.]] / DORA: What's that expression, Faye? Surely it couldn't be remorse. / FAYE: Well obviously I had to visit horrific violence on him as a matter of principle, but I really admire the sheer audacity of smacking me on the ass. I'm torn. / MARTEN: I may have a fractured skull, but my point is proven! Also, did you see how her butt jiggled? Totally worth it.
379: Like Kill Bill Meets Magnolia TITLE BAR: Comic Number 379: Like Kill Bill Meets Magnolia / PANEL 1: / Marten: Man, I seriously think I might have a concussion. / Faye: Heh. You're lucky I didn't go all Five Fingers of Death on you. / PANEL 2: / Marten: Oh yeah? What's that? / Faye: I poke you five times, and then fifty years later you die alone and unloved in a nursing home. / Marten: Damn, do I at least get a fulfilling life before then? / Faye: Nope. You work at a Dunkin Donuts for the next forty years. / PANEL 3: / Marten: You do realize I slapped your butt in jest, right? I mean, I wasn't trying to feel you up or anything. / Faye: Oh, I know that silly. I must admit, it takes balls to pull something like that on lil' ol' me. / PANEL 4: / Marten: Heh, well I - / Faye: No, I'm serious Try that again and I will take your balls. / Marten: Gotcha.
Number 379: Like Kill Bill Meets Magnolia [[Walking home]] / Marten: Man, I seriously think I might have a concussion. / Faye: Heh. You're lucky I didn't go all Five Fingers of Death on you. / Marten: Oh yeah? What's that? / Faye: I poke you five times, and then fifty years later you die alone and unloved in a nursing home. / Marten: Damn, do I at least get a fulfilling life before then? / Faye: Nope. You work at a Dunkin' Donuts for the next forty years. / Marten: You do realize I slapped your butt in jest, right? I mean, I wasn't trying to feel you up or anything. / Faye: Oh I know that, silly. I must admit, it takes balls to pull something like that on lil' ol' me. / Marten: Heh, well I- / Faye: No, I'm serious. Try that again and I will take your balls. / Marten: Gotcha.
Number 380: Movin' On Up [[Ellen, Steve, Marten, and Faye in the hallway of their new apartment]] / Steve: Hey dude, what's up? / Marten: Oh hey, not much man. Just packing up. / Ellen: Oh, are you moving out soon? / Marten: Yep, we'll be semi-neighbors as of tomorrow, it looks like. / Ellen: Hooray! Steve can help you move stuff, then. / Steve: Hey, wait a minute. What's in it for me? / Ellen: He's your friend, you should help him out! Also, if you do a really good job, I promise I'll wear those little terrycloth shorts you seem to like so much. / Steve: Suddenly I feel the overwhelming urge to be altruistic. / Marten: Appealing to Steve's libido has always been more effective than appealing to his conscience. / Ellen: Hey Faye, wanna borrow a pair of my shorts tomorrow? They're comfy when you're doing manual labor and they give the boys a treat. / Faye: Why on earth would I want to do that? / Ellen: If you flaunt just a little T and A, they'll do all the work for you. / Faye: Wow. Cynical, calculating, and sexy. I like it! Clearly we are going to be good neighbors.
 
Number 381: I Hope That's Faye's Backpack [[Faye and Marten, in their new aprtment, looking at all their unpacked stuff]] / Faye or Marten: [[off panel]] All right, I think that's everything. / Marten or Faye: [[off panel]] Life condensed and constrained by cardboard. / Faye: So are you going to miss this apartment? / Marten: Oh, I dunno. The new place is pretty nice. / Faye: You don't waste much time on nostalgia, do you. / Marten: Well, the past is the past. I can look back on that whenever I want to. Right now I'm more concerned with what lies ahead of us tomorrow. / Marten: By the way, have you seen Pintsize anywhere? / Faye: Yes. I packed him into a box. / Marten: The one with all the duct tape around it? / Faye: Yep! It is his kryptonite! / Pintsize: MMMF!
382: I Could Not Resist The Metal Gear Joke Marten: Come on, Solid Snake. Let's get you out of there. / Pintsize: HMMF! / Pintsize: GASP! AIR! HUH UH HUH UH HUH / Marten: Dude you don't even breathe. / Pintsize: That's not true. My intake fans need fresh air to keep my CPU cool. / Marten: Be that as it may, you need to help us clean up. / Faye: Do we have any spackle? Boy Exploserous Laser seems to have zapped a hole in the wall some time ago. / Marten: I suppose we could put Pintsize up on eBay to recoup the percentage of my security deposit he's going to cost me. / Faye: Are you kidding? Imagine the feedback. "BLEW UP REFRIGERATOR F-MINUS WOULD NOT BUY AGAIN" / Pintsize: Actually it's illegal to put AnthroPCs on sale online. You know, like toxic waste or nuclear weapons.
Number 383: Resistance Is Futile [[Marten and Faye have fished packing in their old apartment]] / Marten: All right, I think we've got this place as clean as it's going to get. / Faye: Whoo! I'm bushed. / Marten: Yeah, we should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day. / Faye: Ah, the last night I'll ever have to spend on this stupid ol' couch! / Marten: Well uh I hate to burst you bubble but we don't have a second bed for you yet, remember? / Faye: Oh, right. Drat. / Marten: Aww, well do you want my bed for the night? I can just sleep on the couch, it's cool. / Faye: Really? Can...can I have a pony too? Pleeeease? / Marten: The puppy-dog eyes will only get you so far, Faye. / Faye: *Pleeeeeeeease?* / Marten: Well I guess we could turn the second bedroom into a stable and DAMMIT STOP CONTROLLING MY BRAIN.
Number 384: Neon Genesis Pintsizelion [[Faye and Marten in their old apartment getting ready to move]] / Faye: So are we all set? / Marten: Yup, Steve and Ellen should be here soon. Coffee? / Faye: Mmm, the nectar of the gods. Or at least the gods who are cranky in the morning. / Pintsize: So what can I help you guys with today? / Marten: Dude if you can just make it through the move without destroying anything that'll be good enough for me. / Pintsize: I can do that! / Faye: Somehow I don't think this is going to end well. / Marten: It's okay, we can just entrust him with non-fragile stuff, like pillows and blankets. / Pintsize: I will do my best not to smother anybody. / Faye: Are you kidding? He's like the MacGuyver of wanton destruction. I can see the headlines now: "Robot Armed With Down Comforter Levels Apartment Building, Holds Mayor Hostage." / Marten: I'd be _somewhat surprised_ if he managed to wreak that much havoc with a friggin' _blanket_. / Pintsize: Yeah, me too! That would be totally awes-- I MEAN AWFUL AND I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Numer 384: Neon Genesis Pinsizelion / Faye; So are we all set? / Marten; Yup, Steve and Ellen should be here soon. Cofee? / Faye; Mmm, the nectar of the gods.Or at least the gods who are cranky in the morning. / Pintisize; So what can I help you guys with today? / Marten; Dude if you could just make it through this move without destroying anything that'll be good enough for me. / Pintsize; I can do that. / Faye; Somehow I don't think this is going to end well. / Marten; It's ok, we can just entrust him with non-fragile stuff, like pillows and blankets. / Pintsize; I will do my best not to smother anybody. / / Faye; Are you kidding? He's like the MacGuyver of wanton destruction. I can see the headlines now: " Robot Armed With Down Comforter Levels Apartment Building, Holds Mayor Hostage." / Marten; I'd be somewhat surprised if he managed to wreak that much havoc with a friggin' blanket. / Pintisize; Yeah, me too! That would be tottally awes- I MEAN AWFUL AND I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING.
Number 385: Who Wears Short Shorts [[Steve and Ellen arive to help Faye and Marten move]] / Ellen: Hello! / Marten: Damn dude, she really wasn't kidding about those shorts, was she. / Steve: Yup. I am her willing slave now. / Faye: Hmf. I don't need tiny pants to make boys_my_ willing peons. / Ellen: Why rule through fear when you can rule through boners? / Faye: Point taken. If there's one thing boners don't like, it's an iron fist. / Ellen: Anyway, I brought these for you. [[lifting of another pair of shorts]] They should fit okay -- if anything they'll be a little tighter on you than on me. / Faye: [[recoiling in fear]] What?! Uh uh. No way am I putting those on! / Marten: Tell you what, Faye. You wear those and I'll put on a Speedo. It'll be fair! / Faye: Well great, now I have to decide which turns my stomach more -- dressing like an extra for a rap video or watching a nearly-nude man move furniture. And I don't even want to KNOW why you have a Speedo in the first place. / Marten: [[to Steve]] Dude are there really rap videos with chicks like Faye in them? We need to start watching MTV again. / Steve: Hmm? Sorry, I was too busy staring at my girlfriend's hot ass to pay attention. / Ellen: Hush, you. / Steve: Yes ma'am.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Hello! / Damn dude, she really wasn't kidding about those shorts, was she. / Yep. I am her willing slave now. / Hmf. I don't need tiny pants to make boys my willing peons. / Why rule through fear when you can rule through boners? / Point taken. If there's one thing boners don't like. it's an iron fist. / Anyway, I brought these for you. They should fit okay- if anything they'll be alittle tighter on you than on me. / What?! Uh uh. No way am I putting those on! / Tell you what, Faye. You wear those and I'll put on a Speedo. It'll be fair! / Well great, now I have to decide which turns my stomach more- dressing like an extra for a rap vidio or whatching a nearly nude man move furniture. And I don't even want to KNOW why you have a Speedo in the first place. / Dude are there really rap videos with chicks like Faye in them? We really need to start watching MTV again. / Hmm? Sorry, I was too busy staring at my girlfriend's hot ass to pay attention. / Hush, you. / Yes ma'am.
 
Nuber 386: Better Go To CVS Then [[Ellen and Faye, in the old apartment. Ellen is trying to convince Faye to wear shorts]] / Ellen: Come on, Faye, lighten up just this once. You take everything way too seriously! Sometimes it's fun to cause car accidents when you walk down the street! / Faye: Well, I do enjoy it when my bottom causes major property damage... / / Faye: [[poking her head out of the bathroom]] Ellen there is no way I can go out in these things! "Short" is not a strong enough descriptive term! / Ellen: Oh stop being such a prude, I'm sure they look fine. Lemme come in and take a look. / Ellen: Holy moly! I'm not even interested in ladies and I want to smack that ass! / Faye: Great. You realize if I so much as sneeze it's going to be camel-toe city. / Ellen: Well you better take some Zyrtec then because those shorts look damn fine on you. / [[at that monet at the Coffee of Doom]] / reven: What's the matter, Dora? / Dora: You know how animals can sense a tsunami coming before humans notice? I'm like that, only for sexy things.
Number 387: Tungsten of Tushes Faye: No no no! They must not see me like this! / Ellen: Well too bad for you then! Out you go! / Steve: Whoa, rawr! / Faye: Go ahead, get your laviscious commentin' over with already. / Marten: Wow Faye those shorts actually look really good on you. / Pintsize: I LIKE...BIG...BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE / Faye: Oh DO you. / Pintsize: Waugh! / Steve: You okay dude? / Marten: Sonic Hip Attacked! / Pintsize: It was like being hit by a freight train carrying eighty tons of SEX! / Faye: Damn straight. I am the depleted uranium of feminity.
Number 387: Tungsten Of Tushes [[Ellen and Faye are in the bathroom, wearing really tight shorts.]] / Faye: No no no! They must not see me like this! / Ellen [[Pushing her towards the door]]: Well too bad for you then! Out you go! / [[Steve, Marten and Pintsize are waiting outside.]] / Steve: Whoa, rawr! / Faye [[Glaring at them]]: Go ahead, get your lascivious commentin' over with already. / Marten: Wow Faye those shorts actually look really good on you. / Pintsize: I LIKE...BIG...BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE / Faye: Oh DO you. [[knocks pintsize off the arm of the couch with her butt]] / <> / Pintsize: Waugh! / Steve: You okay dude? / Marten: Sonic Hip Attacked! / Pintsize: It was like being hit by a train carrying eighty tons of SEX! / Faye: Damn straight. I am the depeleted uranium of Femininity.
Questionable Content: To Say Nothing Of The Crisco Incident TITLE BAR: Comic Number 338: To Say Nothing Of The Crisco Incident / PANEL 1 / Marten: I still think you should have kept the shorts on. / Faye: Heh, of course you do. / PANEL 2 / Steve: So where should we start putting stuff? / Marten: Just along that wall, I guess. We'll get everything in here and then start sorting it all out. / PANEL 3 / Ellen: Wow, this apartment is a lot nicer than mine. / Faye: Why, have they renovated since you moved in to yours? / PANEL 4 / Ellen: No, you just don't have my roommate. I swear, if I find a pair of her dirty underpants in the kitchen sink one more time... / Faye: You think that's bad? Try finding all your clean underwear in the kitchen sink, covered in motor oil. / Pintsize: Hey, that only happened ONE TIME and I said I was sorry. / Marten: You only apologized after I conclusively proved that I was at work and thus could not have been the culprit.
Questionable Content: Number 388: To Say Nothing Of The Crisco Incident Marten: I still think you should have kept the shorts on. / Faye: Heh, of course you do. / Steve: So where should we start putting stuff? / Marten: Just along that wall, I guess. We'll get everything in here and then start sorting it all out. / Pintsize: New apartment! / Ellen: Wow, this apartment is a lot nicer than mine. / Faye: Why, have they renovated since you moved into yours? / Ellen: No, you just don't have my roommate. I swear, if I find a pair of her dirty underpants in the kitchen sink one more time... / Faye: You think that's bad? Try finding all of your clean underwear in the kitchen sink, covered in motor oil. / Pintsize: Hey, that only happened ONE TIME and I said I was sorry. / Marten: You only apologized after I conclusively proved that I was at work and thus could not have been the culprit. / {{title text: Number 388: To Say Nothing Of The Crisco Incident}}
Questionable Content: Brother Faye PANEL 1 / Marten: Whew! Okay, the couch is officially moved in. What's left to bring over? / Faye: According to my list, just your dresser, a couple lamps, and my collection of exotic Japanese sex toys. / PANEL 2 / Marten: Right on, gimme a couple minutes to catch my breath and we can go wait what was that last thing you said? / Faye: I was kidding, dummy. I own no sex toys, exotic, Asiatic, or otherwise. / Steve: You know as far as moves go, this one has been pretty easy. You two really don't have that much stuff. / PANEL 3 / Faye: We live the lives of ascetic monks. Every morning we're up at six AM to pray and flog ourselves with reeds. / Marten: I then spend the rest of the day locked in a small box, atoning for my sins. / Steve: Yeah, my job feels like that sometimes too. / Pintsize: If that's the case I don't see why faye got all mad when I tried to give her a tonsure. / PANEL 4 / Marten: Did you know there are monks in Belgium who brew their own beer? / Faye:Really? Do they accept ladies of doubtful moral fiber such as myself into their sacred, drunket order? / Steve: I can see it now. Faye beating up the other monks for peeking under her cassock, theratening the head abbot with a broken bottle, passed out in the priory... / Ellen: Do monks really go naked under their robes? They look so itchy! / Pintsize: I'm always naked!
Number 389: Brother Faye [[At Marten and Faye's new apartment]] / Marten: Whew! Okay, the couch is officially moved in. What's left to bring over? / Faye: According to my list, just your dresser, a couple lamps, and my collection of exotic Japanese sex toys. / Marten: Right on, gimme a couple minutes to catch my breath and we can go wait what was that last thing you said? / Faye: I was kidding, dummy. I own no sex toys, exotic, Asiatic, or otherwise. / Steve: You know as far as moves go, this one has been pretty easy. You two really don't have that much stuff. / Faye: We live the lives of ascetic monks. Every morning we're up at six AM to pray and flog ourselves with reeds. / Marten: I then spend the rest of the day locked in a small box atoning for my sins. / Steve: Yeah, my job feels like that sometimes too. / Pintsize: If that's the case I don't see why Faye got all mad when I tried to give her a tonsure. / Marten: Did you know there are monks in Belgium who brew their own beer? / Faye: Really? do they accept ladies of doubtful moral fiber such as myself into their sacred, drunken order? / Steve: I can see it now. Faye beating up the other monks for peeking under her cassock, threatening the head abbot with a broken bottle, passed out in the priory... / Ellen: Do monks really go naked under their robes? They look so itchy! / Pintsize: I'm always naked!
Number 390: Not a Recommended Way of Cleaning [[Marten, Faye, Ellen, and Steve in the new apartment]] / Marten: Well, that's everything. / Faye: How does beer and Chinese food sound to you guys? / Ellen: Mmm! / Steve: Like music to my ears. Or my stomach, I guess. / Faye: Okay, Ellen and I are in charge of ordering Chinese, you boys can go get us the alcomohols. / Marten: Roger that. / Ellen: Can I have some hard cider instead of icky beer please? / Steve: Your wish is my command. / Ellen: Oh, I should probably invite my roommate Natasha down if that's okay with you. I don't think she has anything to do tonight. / Faye: Hm. If she's as slovenly as you describe her I'm not sure I want her in my sparkly new apartment. / Ellen: We can just dunk her in rubbing alcohol and strike a match. The flames should burn off her outermost layer of filth. / Pintsize: Fire, filth and destruction? Clearly we are going to make good neighbours. / Faye: For future reference, whe he says something like that you can either ignore him entirely or just theaten him with an electromagnet.
 

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