This particular strip was a lot of fun to draw. It’s seldom that I embrace full-on physical humour, but when an opportunity comes up, I take it.
I have no idea why Daphne and the gang were in Whitehorse, but I needed a weird locale, and I thought I’d go for a Canadian option. I’ve always liked those lines in action flicks, where some hard-bitten soldier says, “Just like that time in Khartoum.” I wanted to replicate that. I thought about the possibility of Ho Chi Minh City as my location, but the name was too long to fit properly.
Here we see just how malevolent Daphne can be. She’s evil, but I still find her lovable. What a scamp.
I’ve spent several nights in Bangkok, and the world is not yet my oyster. There were almost certainly temples in the bars, and the drinks weren’t free – but they were surprisingly affordable.
But I bet the ultimate test of cerebral fitness wasn’t there to provide contrast, was it?
All too true; if it had, it might have gripped me more than a muddy old river, or reclining Buddha. I did get to see elephants painting flowers, so I suppose that’s some reasonable cerebral fitness, there – and it did make me feel humble…
Dang elephants. They need to be less talented.
If you haven’t seen them, I’d recommend going to youtube and searching for “painting elephants”. It is pretty amazing…
Oh the one hand, Daphne did stop Puck from face-planting poor Mr. Table. Her methods where… different.
Does this mean that the smell of oatmeal in he morning smells like victory to Daphne ?
The smell of oatmeal always smells like victory. For me, anyway. Victory = oat fiber.
What did Puck do to deserve living with Daphne and the daughter of the Devil?
Oh, lots of things. It’s established in the canon that at one time she punched some chick in a wheelchair for telling her that she couldn’t park in a handicapped spot. That’s just one of the many things she’s done.
I love the way Puck’s ears wilt. Little touches like that are always nice.
I have fun with ears. I do.