Cody: Emptying your spit valve seems kind of redundant.
That’s not the only redundancy.
Spit Take Two
Author: oddnoc
Drown in the Water
Sky cracks open, walls falling to the floor
Just as well to keep it, a guessing game in store
You’re with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And the cruel, cruel mornings
Have turned to days of swim or sink
If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You’re causing it to drown
Didn’t want to turn that way
You’re causing it to drown
Doesn’t make a difference now
You’re causing it to drown
—Son Volt, Drown
Owen: I’d sure like to know how this could get any worse!
The Universe: Request granted. It’s worse. Like you didn’t see that coming.
And the sad thing is, now we’ll never get to experience the epic love story of Owen and Cody. Not because they’ve literally drowned in the rain, but because our favorite auteur hasn’t got the literary or artistic chops.
Slowly She Turned
Slowly she turns, inch by inch, step by step, until her bullhorn is right in Owen’s scruffy face.
She fingers the switch on the bullhorn’s handle. Owen can almost taste the liniment she spreads on her stump. She takes a breath, and yells into the microphone:
Then…
The sky is ripped open and the rain pours through a gaping wound, pelting the women and children—pelting the women and children—who run—who run—into the arms of Ohio.—almost U2
Put Out, Rain
Huh. Old Harry Dinkle is here. Good old Harry Dinkle, once the Greatest Band Director on Earth, now retired, is hanging out with his successor, the Greatest One-Armed Band Director on Earth. It’s probably quite useful for Becky to have constant access to Harry’s wealth of knowledge, experience, and wisdom. It’s quite a favor old Harry’s doing for the much younger woman.
I wonder what he expects from her in return.
Pun With a Chance of Horror
So, it’s Battle of the Bands Gets Rained On season! Woo hoo!
I can’t really muster the enthusiasm required to express shock that today’s strip features a lame pun. I would have, but our auteur decided to have the punster ask if his audience got it. Get it? Batominc, you sucked all the humor out of your own comic strip by belaboring the point. Get it? You won’t show us any real action at the Legacy Run, but this you’ll pound into the earth.
It’s like you took a joke and repeated it until you got hoarse. Talk about beating a dead horse! Get it? Hoarse—horse? I slay me!
OK, so panels 1 & 2 were boring. Let’s move on to panel three. Ah! The horror! Oh! The humanity! The woman in the magenta dress has smirked so hard that she developed a severe Tessier 7 facial cleft. (Note to the squeamish: do not do a web search for that phrase.)
Son of Stuck Funky 