*sigh* My romance novel is just not going anywhere.

I am karate man! Hwah!

They set up this odd little tangent of science and then immediately forget about it. Christ keeps the world from exploding. Christ is gone. Yet we will soon see the world still managing to get along okay. The top panel will subsequently be used for posters for Greg's magic act.

Susan: AHH FUCK MY HAND

Note that the writer's dedication to putting three punctuation marks on every fucking sentence extends so far as to push them onto a new line if they won't fit. Even the most mundane of questions must be shrieked in a breathless panic.