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| Number 1052: Managerial Tact | [[Dora, is standing over Faye and Penelope at Coffee of Doom. Faye and Penelope are sitting on the ground looking dazed amid the wreckage of two chairs and a broom]]
/ Dora: Faye, I'm docking your pay for damaging the furniture. Penelope, I'm docking your pay for breaking the broom.
/ Penelope: Aw, man.
/ Faye: Drat. / [[Faye and Penelope get up and look sulky]]
/ Dora: Now, children, what have we learned from this little skirmish?
/ Faye: Violence doesn't pay. In fact it subtracts from your bank account.
/ Penelope: I shouldn't be a bitch to Faye, even if she deserves it sometimes. / [[Penelope and Faye shake hands]]
/ Dora: Good. Now shake hands and get back to work.
/ Penelope: Sorry, Faye.
/ Faye: Sorry, Penelope. / [[Penelope and Faye keep holding their grip]]
/ Penelope: Faye, are you trying to crush my hand?
/ Faye: I'm just checkin' to make sure you don't have early-onset osteoporosis.
/ Penelope: How kind of you. How about I kick you in the crotch and we find out if you have early onset twat-bruising?
/ Dora: If you two don't cut it out you'll BOTH have early-onset unemployment. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1052 |
| Number 1053: Poor Sticky | [[Marten is carrying his clothes into the laundry room when Hannelore runs up to him]]
/ Hannelore: Marten! Marten!
/ Marten: Hey Hanners, what's up? / Hannelore: It's horrible, Marten! I don't know what to do!
/ Marten: What? What happened? / Hannelore: I...I was practicing drums, and, and I must have hit the rim of the snare too hard or something because my drumstick broke! What am I supposed to do? I can't fix it, I don't know anything about woodworking! / Marten: Hannelore...you can BUY more drumsticks.
/ Hannelore: But...but it said on the package it was a matched pair! I can't play with a pair of drumsticks that don't match!
/ Marten: You can just buy a new pair. You can even get a box full of matched pairs if you want. / Hannelore: But...but what am I gonna do with the old drum stick? It'll be all lonely by itself!
/ Marten: I dunno, just wait until you find another stick that matches its tone. It's not that big a deal. / [[Cut scene to Hannelore in her apartment. A cardboard box sits on her dresser. It has a door and windows drawn on it as well as the words "Ellicott-Chatham Home for Widowed Drumsticks." Hannelore holds up the drumstick.]]
/ Hannelore: Don't worry Sticky. We'll find you a new partner someday. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1053 |
| Number 1054: Not The Band, The Actual Fabric | [[Marten's apparment, Marten is folding laundry]]
/ Hannelore: Um, Marten? Will you come to the music store with me?
/ Marten: Why?
/ Hannelore: The people who work there make me nervous. / Marten: Sure, I could use some new guitar strings anyway.
/ Hannelore: Hooray! / [[Outside]]
/ Hannelore: So when they match pairs of drumsticks, do they use a machine or is it just some guy who tries them all out?
/ Marten: I dunno. I bet it's just some guy though. I know they test out cymbals by hand. / Hannelore: Really? There's somebody whose job is just to bang on cymbals all day and make sure they sound good?
/ Marten: Yep. I saw a show about it on TV once. / Hannelore: Man, SCREW counting things for a living. I wanna be a professional cymbal tester! BANG BANG WHAM CRASH! For hours on end!
/ Marten: I wonder what cymbal testers do for fun. Hihat scrimshaw? Novelty gong-craft? Or do they just go home, take twenty Advils, and listen to the soothing sound of felt? http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1054 |
| Number 1055: Something About Them Appeals | [[Raven and Dora are behind the counter at Coffee of Doom. Dora's shirt says "M°TW", Raven's has a picture of a smiling maple leaf. The specials on the blackboard are -Bacon Muffin -Bacon Espresso -Bacon Latte (Vegan). Dora is reading a magazine article entitled "The Future of Doom".]]
/ Raven: Doran, can I have the next week off?
/ Dora: No.
/ Raven: How about the next four days?
/ Dora: No.
/ Raven: Three days?
/ Dora: No, Raven. / Raven: Aww, please? My boyfriend is coming to visit!
/ Dora: Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?
/ Raven: Since I went to Canada!
/ Dora: He's Canadian? How exactly did you meet this boy? / Raven: He was playing guitar on a streetcorner. He's REALLY cute. Kinda scruffy, but in a cute way. We started talking, and he offered to show me around the city.
/ Dora: I..see. / Raven: We had dinner at Tim Horton's, because he's friends with the manager and gets free baked goods.
/ Raven: Then we went back to his place, which is this really cool old abandoned buiding he shares with like twenty of his friends. And he doesn't even have to pay rent! / Dora: Raven, you're dating a hobo.
/ Raven: He's not a hobo! He's Canadian! http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1055 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | [[Marten is sitting on the couch in his and Faye's apartment, Dora is standing.]]
/ Dora: Hey sweetie, we missed you at the coffee shop today.
/ Marten: Oh, sorry. I had to go to the music store with Hanners.
/ Dora: That took all afternoon?
/ Marten: Yeah, actually. / Faye: Hmph, a likely story. I think Marty's been tomcatting around on you, Dora!
/ Marten: I have not! Hannelore bought a- / [[Marten has one hand raised to his head and Faye is grimacing. Everything is blurred, as if to suggest vibration.]]
/ < http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1056 |
| Number 1057: Not Exactly Mortal | [[Winslow stands in front of a gong twice his size and hits it with a gong hitting thingy]]
/ < http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1057 |
| Number 1058: Real Talk With Faye | [[Faye, wearing only a camisole and underwear, comes into the kitchen to find Dora, similarly dressed, getting a drink out of the fridge.]]
/ Faye: Hey Dora. Whatcha doin'?
/ Dora: Getting a drink of water. You want me to leave it out for you?
/ Faye: Yeah, thanks. / [[Faye and Dora relax side by side against the kitchen bench]]
/ Faye: Heh, this is weird.
/ Dora: Huh? / Faye: Here we are, hangin' out in my kitchen in the middle of the night with no pants on. Never woulda 'spected this to become commonplace.
/ Dora: Sorry, I'll start wearing pajamas.
/ Faye: No, I mean, I never really imagined it'd be YOU comin' outta Marty's bedroom, y'know? / Dora: I- I'm sorry?
/ Faye: Don't apologize! I mean, I got feelings for Marty, but I'm glad to see him happy. And I'm gettin' used to seein' you bein' the one makin' him happy. / [[Dora and Faye look at each other in silence]] / [[Faye looks down at Dora's crotch while Dora covers her crotch with her hands]]
/ Faye: So, do you shave or wax? 'Cause you bikini line looks GREAT.
/ Dora: You are SO WEIRD when you're half-asleep. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1058 |
| Number 1059: Tingly And It Smells Of Lemon | [[Faye and Dora are talking in Faye's kitchen in their sleepwear]]
/ Dora: So... what did you mean by "feelings for Marty?"
/ Faye: Can't we talk about it tomorrow? I'm sleepy. / [[Faye moves into the darkened lounge and Dora follows her]]
/ Dora: No, it'll bother me the rest of the night.
/ Faye: Look, Dora, you and I both know I woulda been with Marty if I could, but I'm not in the right place right now. We've been over that a hundred times. / [[Faye sprawls on the couch while Dora stands]]
/ Faye: All I meant is, I don't think those feelings are gonna go away. But I think they might change into somethin' else over time. I think they might be doin' that already.
/ Dora: So you're NOT secretly plotting my downfall so you can have Marten all to yourself again? / Faye: Oh, I'm plottin' your downfall, all right. Not 'cause of Marty, though.
/ Dora: Then why?
/ Dora: Just plain ol' orneryness, I think. I like plottin' downfalls. They make me feel... tingly.
/ Dora: We have GOT to get you laid. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1059 |
| Number 1060: When The Levee Breaks | [[Marten and Faye's apartment. Faye is getting ready to leave as Dora comes in yawning and stretching]]
/ Dora: Mornin' Faye. How late were you up last night?
/ Faye: A while. I couldn't sleep. / Dora: You know, I was serious last night. We really DO need to get you laid.
/ Faye: I don't need any help! And I'll "get laid" when I'm good and ready, thankyouverymuch. / Dora: I'm just saying, it could be good for you. Just 'cause you get weird in relationships doesn't necessarily mean you can't have yourself a good hard bang once in a while.
/ Faye: I'm not that kind of girl. / [[Dora follows Faye downstairs]]
/ Dora: Maybe you should be.
/ Faye: My therapist says I shouldn't do anything I'm not comfortable with. / [[Faye and Dora stand together outside Faye's front door]]
/ Dora: I dunno, I think it's good to push your boundaries sometimes.
/ Faye: Pushing my boundaries on sex would be like bulldozing a dike in Holland.
/ Faye: Hundreds of dead. Lots of sogginess. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1060 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | Dora: Hobo at three o' clock.
/ Faye: I'll get the pushbroom.
/ Raven: Benji!
/ Raven: I missed you!
/ Benji: What's up, baby?
/ Raven: Ugh, honey, you smell AWFUL!
/ Benji: Yeah, sorry about that...
/ Raven: It was the bus, wasn't it? Those buses smell horrible. I'm sorry I couldn't afford to fly you down.
/ Dora: Buses smell bad because of some of their passengers.
/ Raven: Really? Haven't they heard of, like, deodorant?
/ Benji: M-Maybe some of them can't AFFORD deoderant.
/ Faye: Here's ten bucks and a monkey wrench. Go buy some soap and then open up the fire hydrant on the corner. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1061 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | Dora: Here you go, kid. On the house.
/ Benji: I appreciate the offer, but you can take your classist condescension elsewhere.
/ Dora: What?
/ Benji: Just because I'm-
/ Dora: A hobo.
/ Benji: DIFFERENTLY EMPLOYED, thank you, doesn't mean I need your charity. I earn my wages just like anyone else.
/ Dora: By playing guitar on the street?
/ Benji: Yep!
/ Dora: This town has plenty of buskers as it is. You're in for some stiff competition.
/ [[Benji plays a complicated piece on his guitar]]
/ Dora: That's...that's pretty good. I was expecting an off-key rendition of "Bobby mcGee."
/ Benji: I can do that, too, but it usually takes a six-pack of Labatt to get me in the mood.
/ Raven: Labatt is CANADIAN beer! http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1062 |
| Questionable Content #1063: The Horrible Truth About Town | Hannelore: Dora, there's a strange man playing guitar outside your shop.
/ Dora: That's just Raven's boyfriend. He's harmless.
/ Hannelore: Raven's dating a...a STREET MUSICIAN?
/ Dora: Meh, could be worse. Could be one of the guys from the old mental hospital.
/ Hannelore: What old mental hospital?
/ Dora: Didn't you know about that? There was a big mental hospital here yars ago, but it closed down. A lot of the more "functional" patients settled here in town.
/ Hannelore: This isn't a very funny joke, Dora!
/ Dora: I'm not joking, it's true.
/ Hannelore: Oh God, I've got to get more locks put in! There could be a crazy person living RIGHT IN MY BUILDING!
/ Dora: Heaven forbid. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1063 |
| Questionable Content #1064: Panhandler Mafia | Benji: Can...can I help you?
/ Busker #2: That's some pretty fancy guitar playin' you did there. You learn that in COLLEGE, boy?
/ Busker #1: We don't appreciate some nancy-boy college-pansy musclin' in on our market.
/ Busker #3: Yeah! No musclin' in on our market!
/ Benji: Wait, you guys are buskers too?
/ Busker #1: Th' fuck's a busker?
/ Busker #2: It's a college-boy word for street musician.
/ Busker #3: This here is OUR turf! Now get lost!
/ Benji: How can you guys be buskers? You've got a guitar with one string, a broken trombone, and a stick and bucket.
/ Busker #1: We're avant-garday.
/ Busker #2: This ain't a trombone, it's my own personal invention. The YELLOPHONE. You yell into it.
/ Busker #3: My bucket is the loudest bucket! http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1064 |
| Questionable Content #1065: They Have To Be | Faye: All right, I'm outta here. See you tomorrow, kids.
/ Benji: I mean, what's so great about a yellophone, anyway? It only has two notes, "AAARGH" and "URRRRGH."
/ Raven: They're just jealous of your artistry, sweetie.
/ Dora: Hey, Marten and I were gonna go see a movie tonight, do you wanna come along?
/ Faye: And listen to you two make kissy noises through the whole thing? I'll pass.
/ Dora: We'll be good! No kissy noises and a minimum of assgrabbery. I promise.
/ Faye: Thanks, but I'd rather not be a third wheel.
/ Dora: Third wheels can be fun! Look at tricycles. Or bigwheels! Bigwheels are awesome.
/ Faye: Is this the start of some harebrained scheme to fix me up with a guy and finally get me laid?
/ Dora: Nah, if I were gonna do that I'd just strangle you and leave you out in the dumpster out back. I hear the local necrophiliacs are quite charming! http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1065 |
| Number 1066: Magna Carta | [[Dora's apartment. Dora and Marten are getting ready to go out]]
/ Dora: Hey sweetie, I'm almost ready.
/ Marten: Okay. Is Faye coming?
/ Dora: Nah, she said she didn't want to be a "third wheel." / Marten: Man, it's frustrating. I mean, I try and hang out with her and be a good friend and stuff, but then she gets all weird when it's you and me and her.
/ Dora: We talked about that last night, sort of. She said she still cares about you, but she's starting to get used to us being together. / Marten: Ugh, there she goes with her mixed signals again. "Oh, it's totally fine if you guys date, but by the way I still care about you." Whatever that's supposed to mean.
/ Dora: It... it makes me worry. That you'll realize you still have feelings for her and you'll dump me. / [[Marten puts his hands on Dora's shoulders and looks at her]]
/ Marten: Well yeah, I've still got SOME feelings for Faye. Hell I've still got feelings for the girls who dumped me in high school. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna dump YOU for THEM.
/ Dora: How many girls dumped you in high school?
/ Marten: Four, why? / Dora: You still have feelings for FIVE GIRLS WHO AREN'T ME?!
/ Marten: God damn my honest mouth. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1066 |
| Number 1067: This Would Explain The Homoeroticism | [[Dora and Marten are arguing in Dora's apartment]]
/ Marten: C'mon, we're gonna be late for the movie.
/ Dora: You can go see it by yourself. Or invite one of your FIVE OTHER GIRLFRIENDS. / Marten: You're being totally irrational about this!
/ Dora: Well I'm SORRY for being a little INSECURE when my boyfriend just told me he has feelings for other girls! / Marten: Just because I still care about Faye doesn't mean I'd rather be dating her than you.
/ Dora: How do I know you're not just saying that 'cause I threw myself at you after Faye shot you down? "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with," right? / Marten: That song is TERRIBLE and also BULLSHIT. Settling for second-best is for the Olympics, not relationships. I'm not dating you because it's CONVENIENT, I'm dating you because you make me HAPPY.
/ Dora: I- I'm sorry. I know I'm being stupid. I just... I worry sometimes. / [[Marten puts his arm around Dora]]
/ Marten: Besides, you didn't throw yourself at me. It was really more of a slow smooshing motion.
/ Dora: Heh. You know I never really got that expression. Throwing yourself at another person isn't romance, it's football. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1067 |
| Number 1068: What About Her Clones? | [[Faye has shown up outside Hannelore's apartment. Hannelore opens the door.]]
/ Faye: Haaaannnnerrrrrrs! I'm bored!
/ Hannelore: I-I'm sorry. Come in! / Hannelore: Would you like some cake?
/ Faye: I'll never turn down delicious baked goods, but what's the occasion?
/ Hannelore: It's my birthday! / Faye: WHAT?! Why didn't you tell anyone?
/ Hannelore: Well, I don't like making a big deal of it, and parties are messy... / [[Faye and Hannelore sitting on Hannelore's couch with plates of cake]]
/ Faye: So how old are you now?
/ Hannelore: Do you mean my physical age, or should I include the years I spent in bio-stasis? / [[Faye looks silently at Hannelore for a panel. Hannelore focuses on her cake.]] / Faye: Are you fucking with me?
/ Hannelore: Yes. I'm sorry. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1068 |
| Number 1069: Vocal Warmups | [[Faye is sitting in Hannelore's apartment, as Hannelore takes the remains of the cake back to the kitchen.]]
/ Faye: So how old are you, for reals?
/ Hannelore: Twenty-two, now. / [[Faye gets up and follows Hannelore into the kitchen]]
/ Faye: Ah, youth! What say we go out and celebrate? I'll buy the drinks.
/ Hannelore: I thought you weren't supposed to drink alcohol anymore? / Faye: I'll stick to seltzer. Ooh! I know a place that does karaoke tonight! Let's go! It's a free unintentional comedy show!
/ [[Hannelore looks panicky]]
/ Hannelore: But- but I can't sing! / Faye: That's the whole point! Karaoke doesn't have to be GOOD, it just has to be entertaining.
/ Hannelore: I guess it can't be any worse than the year my dad threw me a surprise party and I wet my pants in terror.
/ Hannelore: Some "sweet sixteen" THAT turned out to be. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1069 |
| Number 1070: Holy God I Am So Sick | [[IndieTit is sitting on a branch]]
/ IndieTit: I have been asked to inform you that due to a severe bout of influenza Jeph will not be able to complete a proper comic this evening. / IndieTit: I could make the easy joke about bird 'flu, but frankly I find even the suggestion in extremely poor taste. / IndieTit: Besides, everyone knows I gave him syphilis, not influenza. / IndieTit: (Sorry Cristi) http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1070 |
| Number 1071: I Cannot Recommend the Peyote Weisback | [[Faye and Hannelore enter a crowded Karaoke bar. Hannelore looks around while the doorman checks Faye's ID]]
/ Hannelore: Wow, this place is busy.
/ Faye: Karaoke is a popular pastime among the young and gainlessly employed. / Hannelore: Hey, isn't that Dora's brother over there?
/ Faye: Hey, you're right. What's he doin' here? / [[Faye and Hannelore go over to where Sven is sitting at a booth with two other young men]]
/ Faye: Hello smarmosaur, who's this scraggly bunch?
/ Sven: Just some friends from out of town. What brings you lovely ladies here tonight?
/ Faye: It's Hanners' birthday.
/ Sven: Oh really! How many birthday spankings do we owe her? / [[Startled, Hannelore jumps and hides behind Faye]]
/ Hannelore: Meep!
/ Faye: Way to go, Sven. You've traumatized her.
/ Sven: Jeez, good thing I didn't mention birthday punches.
/ Hannelore: Meeep! http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1071 |
| Number 1072: The Worst Possible Present | Hannelore: Hey look. It's Sven's turn to sing.
/ Faye: Twenty bucks says he sleazes his way through "Sexual Healing." / [[Sven at the microphone. A small notice reads "No Rickrolling the audience."]]
/ Sven: 'Evening everybody. This song is dedicated to a friend of mine in the audience tonight. / [[Sven grabs the microphone and sings]]
/ Sven: Aaare you gonna take me home tonight. Ahhhhh down beside that red firelight. Aaare you gonna let it all hang out / [[Cut scene to Hannelore and Faye sitting at their table. Faye looks murderous]]
/ Sven: Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go rounnnnd!
/ Faye: I'm going to kill him.
/ Hannelore: Please don't, It's my birthday! http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1072 |
| Number 1073: Titles Come First | [[Faye glares at Sven as he comes off stage with her hands on her hips]]
/ Faye: You think you're pretty clever, don't you?
/ Sven: What, you don't like Queen? / Faye: I don't like people singing songs about my ass.
/ Sven: Oh, lighten up! I was just jokin' around. / Sven: So what're you going to sing tonight?
/ Faye: We didn't come to sing, we came to watch other people humiliate themselves. / Sven: Aw, that's no fun! You've gotta sing SOMEthing.
/ Faye: Maybe I'll sing one of those awful country songs you write for a living. / [[Sven, Faye and Hannelore reach their table. Hannelore and Sven look through the song list while Faye rolls her eyes]]
/ Sven: Ooh I wonder which ones they have. Let's see... My Wife Left Me For My Girlfriend, Yankee Is A Four-Letter Word, She's Pretty (But She Ain't No John Deere), that's one of my better ones...
/ Hannelore: You wrote all those? Wow, you're famous!
/ Faye: More like shameless. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1073 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | [[at the karaoke mike]]
/ Sven: You give loooove.... a bad name! / Hannelore: Is he singing about you again?
/ Faye: Yes, but this time I have a counter-blow prepared. / [[at the karaoke mike]]
/ Faye: You're so vain, you prob'ly think this song is about you / Hannelore: Ooh! Touché!
/ Bearded guy: Dude, you just got served.
/ Sven: It's time to break out the big guns. / [[at the karaoke mike]]
/ Sven: 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
/ if you havin' girl problems
/ I feel bad for you son
/ I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
/ Hit me! / Faye: Dammit! There's no way to top Jay Z! Even Jay Z can't top Jay Z!
/ Hannelore: I like that song. It's comforting to know I'm not the only person who regularly enumerates their tribulations. http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1074 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | Number 1075: The only song she knows.
/ Faye: Where are ya' goin', Hanners?
/ Hannelore:It's my turn to sing. / Hannelore:*Ahem* / Hannelore: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream... http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1075 |
| Questionable Content 1076: Road Flares And Jersey Barriers | Hannelore: My karaoke was a hit! Did you hear how everyone started singing along?
/ Faye: That song is a perennial favorite.
/ Sven: I loved how that one dude did "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" right after you. Typical hipster, always jumping on the latest trend. / Faye: You're the birthday girl, Hanners, is there anything in particular you wanna do now?
/ Sven: I've got a bottle of vodka and some Peter Sellers movies at my place. You're welcome to come over.
/ Hannelore: That sounds like fun! / Sven: You guys comin'?
/ Outta town friend 2: Nah, we gotta be in Pittsburgh by tomorrow night.
/ OTF 1: Big show. Gonna rock so hard people start cryin' blood, bleedin' tears, and poopin' spinal fluid. / Sven: Well ladies, looks like it's just us tonight.
/ Hannelore: Your place is... clean right?
/ Sven: As a whistle. / Hannelore: Yay!
/ Faye: You DO know that Hanners is off-limits, right?
/ Sven: I see flashing lights, dudes in hard hat waving flags, and about three miles of caution tape. There's a big sign that says "DETOUR- ANY OTHER FEMALE IN EXISTENCE." http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1076 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | [[Hannelore, Faye and Sven enter Sven's apartment]]
/ Hannelore: Ooh. High ceilings! It must be hard to dust them.
/ Sven: I use a mop and a stepladder. / Sven: So, drinks?
/ Faye: Yes please!
/ Hannelore: Faye, you're not supposed to be-
/ Faye: Can it, princess. One drink ain't gonna kill me. / [[Sven's white cat climbs Hannelore's lap]]
/ Hannelore: Well hello!
/ Faye: Oh, I'm sorry Hanners, I totally forgot Sven had a cat.
/ Hanneore: It's ok. He's a pretty kitty!
/ Sven: I wouldn't get too friendly with him. He's had a nasty stomach bug the past couple days. / [[Hanners tossess the cat as far as she can]]
/ Faye: Wow, he landed right in the laundry hamper. Good aim, Hanners.
/ Sven: Hork hork hork hork
/ Hannelore: Aim. Right.
/ Sven: Dammit, my clean boxers! / Faye: http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1077 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | Faye: Admit it, you were totally flirting with that waitress.
/ Sven: No way! I didn't even use my Come Hither look! / Faye: Your "Come Hither" look?
/ Sven: Yeah, it's this thing I can do. Chicks really dig it. / Faye: Oh, I have GOT to see this.
/ Sven: No way, you'll punch me or something.
/ Hannelore: Ooh! Do me! Try it out on me! / Sven: Im warning you, this could be pretty...intense. Ready?
/ Hannelore: Ready, / < http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1078 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | [[Hannelore, Faye and Sven, at Sven's apartment. Hannelore is asleep on the couch]]
/ Sven: ...Aaaand Hanners is passed out on my couch.
/ Faye: Yeah, she does that. Something about boys' couches just knocks her right out.
/ Hannelore [[snoring]]: zzz / [[Faye and Sven, in the kitchen. Sven is holding a mostly empty bottle]]
/ Sven: The five martinis probably didn't hurt.
/ Faye: They seldom do, until the morning after. / Faye: I can't believe she actually sang in front of a room full of people. I wish I could push my boundaries like that.
/ Sven: Have you ever really tried? Maybe you just need to, like, do it. / [[Faye grabs the front of Sven's shirt]]
/ Sven: Gah! What did I say? Don't punch- / [[Faye kisses Sven]] http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1079 |
| Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday | [[Hannelore wakes up on the couch in Sven's apartment.]]
/ Hannelore: Zzzz...whuh...huh? / [[Hannelore sits up quickly]]
/ Hannelore: Gah! Strange place! Strange place! / [[Hannelore is sitting with her arms crossed]]
/ Hannelore: Oh, wait. This is Sven's apartment. I must have dozed off. / [[Hannelore is climbing the stairs]]
/ Hannelore: Faye? S-sven? Is anybody home? Guys? / [[Hannelore is looking into Sven's bedroom. Faye and Sven are lying on the bed, asleep. Clothes are scattered on the floor. An acoustic guitar sits in the corner]] / [[Hannelore is sitting on the stairs, hands over her face]]
/ Hannelore: Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Okay, okay, calm down Hannelore. Think. What's the proper etiquette for this situation? Do I just leave? Should I leave a note or something? / [[A note, headed 'From the office of Beatrice Chatham.' Note reads:
/ Dear Sven,
/ How are you? I'm fine. Thank you for letting me stay at your apartment last night. I made some pancakes for when you wake up.
/ Please make sure Faye gets home OK. / PS: I did the dishes and mopped the kitchen.
/ PPS: You need a new mop.
/ (the following sentence is crossed out, but still legible) PPPS: Thanks for not waking me up with your sex noises.
/ PPPPS: Sorry, that last post-script sounded way less creepy in my head. / -Hannelore Ellicott (remainder cannot be seen) http://questionablecontent.net./view.php?comic=1080 |
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