"Agent Miller, Agent Bryson, I have received your next assignment from Technology Head Quarters. I have unfolded it. When I point my hairy hand at you, I will read your mission to you. Listen carefully because after I read your assignments, we will eat the message. Then you can go home and awkwardly kiss."
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I hope we learn how Adam Miller got those two black eyes in panel one. Though his technique with the ladies, as demonstrated in panel two, may explain it.
Let's pause and remember the glory days...flower fairies and maniacal Dr. Kapuht...holiday time in New York with Broadway Legend Ken Kensington...Dawn Weston languishing on an orange couch in the throes of teen angst. We had something to work with back then. Oh, well, maybe this story will go somewhere before we start missing Hanna Dingdon.
They had it all?
Just like Bogie and Bacall?
Wanders, I think you're on to something. Maybe Karen Moy knew about the new episodes of "The X Files" this summer and thought she'd exploit the government agent plot. Of course, being KM, she had to toss in a romantic angle. Miller and Bryson are no Mulder and Scully.
Notice how women in the Worthiverse never change their hairstyles. This current flashback shows that Terry's had the ponytail for at least a decade. (I realize that Hanna Dingdon Hastings's hair often changed from panel to panel, but that was only because Love Entered Her Life.)
Hello Toots: Great reference, it made me think "of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world", we walk into this one. They'll always have Washington.
Thanks to M. Giella for his extensive ceiling illustration. I am relieved to know that, whatever went wrong between Terry and Adam, it wasn't due to the ventilation in their workplace.
KitKat: I thought of Mulder and Scully, too! Maybe aliens will invade Charterstone. (Of course, Ian and Toby are already suspicious.)
Perhaps we'll see another vigilante justice or mob killing/witness protection storyline. I hope! I hope! I hope!
Shouldn't Harry Hand have a white Persian cat in his lap?
I can tell that those two are secretly holding hands in that panel. What a romance!
"Didn't We Almost Have It All" by Whitney Houston popped into my head instantly. Now it's rivaling "Key Largo" by Bertie Higgins. Thanks, Toots! Wanders, something new for the Charterstone jukebox?
I don't know why everyone here assumes that our hysterical security consultant and our cane toting supervillain were playing at love. Obviously they were playing the common cop party game of faking death. Adam's hand is poised on her neck, feeling for the pulse she is trying to supress with a zen trance. His lips are lingering close, but not touching, hers, trying to detect her breathing.
Thank you, Meg, for yesterdays post holding out hope for an appearance by the one and only Chin Napkin. You gave me reason to go on.
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