Do you guys remember the movie Speed with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock? The last lines of the movie are a callback to an earlier exchange between the two lead characters:
Jack: I have to warn you, I've heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.
Annie: OK. We'll have to base it on sex then.
Jack: Whatever you say, ma'am.
Yeah, that's kind of what's going on here.
As per usual, I had some difficulties producing this week's comic. At some point over the weekend, a big bit the first knuckle of my index finger on my drawing hand and I became so swollen, I had trouble holding a pencil.
I wasn't in any pain. It didn't appear infected. Just a lot of fluid in the joint. Which is, like... really weird. My finger was essentially rigid.
My finger is still swollen, by the way. I've been putting hydrocortisone on it and that helps, but I still can't bend it all the way.
I'll keep my eye on it, though. If it turns purple or starts to smell like rotting eggs, I promise I'll go to the doctor. Cross my heart.
In the meantime, for those of you what happened to Victor and Jimmy in the fire - as well as where Charlie has been during this whole debacle - don't worry. Those questions will be answered soon.
Until then, just gaze up on that lascivious fourth panel and dream, dream, dream...
We could have DIED.
Are you as turned on as I am?