A new scene abruptly flash-cuts into view, as last week’s Starbuck Jones arc is abandoned once again. A bar, much too nice to be in Westview, and much too soulless to be anything but a hotel bar. I have to hand it to Batominc: he has mastered soullessness. And vast expanses of squiggly lines.
But of course, proportions always go haywire. Witness panel 3, where pint glasses look more like salt & pepper shakers, Cindy nurses a stemware shot glass of wine, and Smirky McSleazy’s old-fashioned glass also seems to have been provisioned by the CMDF.
And the dialogue—oh my!—the dialogue makes me want to invent a time machine so I can go back and dissuade the inventor of narrative fiction. Let’s see if we can make improvements.
First draft
Smirky McSleazy: Nice shoes. Wanna boink?
Second draft
Smirky McSleazy: Are you an interior decorator? Because when you entered the room, it became more beautiful.
Third draft
Smirky McSleazy: Did you bathe in sugar? Because you sure look sweet.
Nope. Going nowhere. I’ll be in the lab, working on that time machine. We’ll be better off without literature.



