![]() ![]() R.G. Ben: I wonder who it was. R.G. Albert: Hey, was it a comic book writer or drawer or something? R.G. the Lizard: They advice-seekers can't answer back, guys. Once they ask the question they're out of the conversation. R.G. Albert: Well, that blows. We'll just have to guess ourselves. R.G. Ben: Was it Brian Michael Bendis? I hear he just got killed in a car accident. R.G. the Lizard: She can't answer you. R.G. Albert: Heh, Lizzy said "she." As if the bad driver must be a girl. Oh, and what happened to BMB was that his wife glued his thing to his thing. You're thinking of Jan Michael Vincent. R.G. Ben: You're right. All those 3-named people confuse me. And what kind of asshole names their kid Something Michael Something. They should all be shot. R.G. the Lizard: Whoa, there! You can't say that! If one of those parents ends up dead, we'll be prime suspects. R.G. Albert: You mean YOU'LL be a prime suspect. R.G. the Lizard: Huh? R.G. Albert: You're the only real person here, you sexist ectotherm! The rest of us are fictional. R.G. Ben: I got the new Train album yesterday. R.G. Albert: I know. I was with you. R.G. Ben: Oh, yeah. R.G. Albert: So have you listened to the whole thing yet? R.G. Ben: No, I've just been listening to Drops of Jupitor on repeat. I try not to cry through the whole thing, but I always lose it at the line about "the Milky Way." It reminds me of a pet who died. R.G. Albert: That dog you had that died? R.G. Ben: No, my pet lizard. The one that used to give advice with us. R.G. Albert: Ba-dum bum! R.G. Ben: Thank you! Thank you! R.G. the Lizard: Can we stay on-topic, please? I really don't appreciate this. We haven't even started with our advice yet. R.G. Albert: Ok, anyway, what our advice-seeker up there should do is pretend that none of this ever happened. R.G. the Lizard: No, actually, what she should do is call the police immediately and turn herself in. R.G. Ben: Great, that'll get her arrested. Brilliant advice. By the way, that was sarcasm. R.G. Albert: And stop referring to her as a "she?" She never said she was a chick! R.G. Ben: Could it be that Lizzy . . . assumed? R.G. Albert: And we know what happens when Lizzy assumes, don't we? R.G. Ben: He . . . spends the night in the box! R.G. the Lizard: I am not amused. R.G. Ben: We're serious. We have the box ready and everything. C'mon, you can't send one of our readers to prison! R.G. Albert: Yeah, then we'd have to answer questions like "I'm in jail now, and the guards rape me repeatedly all day and night. How can I get revenge on Lizzy?" R.G. Ben: You don't want us helping another person with their revenge scheme, do you? R.G. the Lizard: No! No, not again . . . R.G. Albert: So? R.G. the Lizard: So just forget any of this ever happened . . . R.G. Augie De Blieck Jr.: Hey, guys! Augie here to throw my two cents into the ring! R.G. Ben: Where the hell did you come from!? We were finished! R.G. Albert: No guest stars this week! R.G. the Lizard: Quiet you guys, let's hear what he has to say. R.G. Augie De Blieck Jr.: I know that as a columnist with a politically conservative slant I'm a bit of a rarity in the field of comic book journalist, but-- R.G. Ben: Stop! You ruin everything! R.G. Albert: Box? R.G. Ben: Box. R.G. the Lizard: He doesn't fit! Please, stop! |