Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison
[[The Boy is writing poetry: Esther: Omega by [covered by pen]/I wandered ruined as a planetoid/Wrecked by a colliding asteroid/Drained of strength like lifeless solenoid /I'll die alone, or am I paranoid?/FIN]]
Erin Winters: Whatcha doin', The Boy?
[[The Boy closes his notebook and rests both arms on it to make extra-sure that the poetry doesn't leak out. He looks miserable. Erin Winters has hopped up onto the table he's writing on. She is coquettishly holding her hand in front of her mouth.]]
The Boy: Oh, just ... thinking.
Erin: Can I tell you a secret?
Erin: I'm engaged!
The Boy: What?
Erin: I know! It's insane! But I love him and he loves me!
Erin: I'm not really meant to tell anyone, but I'd explode if I didn't.
[[The Boy is radiating sparks. Erin is angrily turning her back.]]
The Boy: Erin, you're 16!
The Boy: That's too much, too young!
Erin: I thought you'd be happy for me.
Erin: Friends are happy for friends.
[[Erin is clutching her hands together with girlish glee. Purple spirals have replaced the sparks emanating from The Boy's head.]]
Erin: Every day that I'm not Mrs. Bob Crowley just seems wasted.
The Boy [[In bold]]: Mrs. Bob Crowley?
The Boy: This is a nightmare. It has to be.
The Boy: I'll wake up in a minute
The Boy: one foot in a flowerpot, about to wee in the wardrobe.