So… anyone miss us while we were gone? Sorry to leave you so abruptly, but
One more comic left in this arc! It sure took us long enough to get here; we’ll try not to disappoint you with a weak ending.
On an unrelated note, last night I stopped at McDonalds to get some caffeine and discovered the perfect corporate analogy:
McDonalds is the Wal*Mart of Starbucks.
I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing that those three corporations’ identities are distinguished enough to allow me to make that comparison. Either way, that coffee is sweet damn delicious. You can get a giant iced latte for $2.50, and it doesn’t half suck. Even though I prefer plain black coffee, it’s still pretty good. I never thought I’d actually find something at McDonalds for which I’d willingly pay… perhaps I misjudged you, Ronald.
Does the hospital provide shotguns or did Dumbledore and Kojo transport him with his shotgun?
Magic is everywhere!
Although hospital gowns can be quite revealing of one’s backside, they more than make up that indiscretion in the front with pockets large enough to comfortably conceal six or seven handguns and rifles. Only one double-barreled pump shotgun is easy to store away until needed.