The school lunchroom is an absolutely ideal setting for what had damn well better be the final chapter of this juvenile love triangle. It took twenty (thirty?) years, but Les the Nerd is now Les the Stud. Get in line, ladies. Cayla: now do you get it? Les: Have you no sense of decency, sir, at long last ? Have you left no sense of decency ?
Tag: Susan
Relent-Les
This woman will not take no for an answer. Lunch room duty? No problem!
“Thanks, but sadly…I’ve still got diahrrea from our dinner the other night at Toxic Taco.” “No problem! Just bring the chapter and we’ll work on it in the crapper!”
“Thanks, but sadly…I really haven’t spent much time with Cayla lately. I think I should see if she’s around.” “No problem! I tied her up in the janitor’s closet!”
“Thanks, but sadly…you’re really getting to be a pain in the ass.” “No problem! I’ll try killing myself again and you’ll have to rescue me!”
Not If I See You First
For a high-school jock, Summer’s got a rather girly-girl bedroom. Pink walls, pink draperies…anyway, in panel 3, why is she giving that “hmmmm” look? Unless this scene is taking place on a Friday, of course Susan will see Les tomorrow. They work together.
I have to say that Summer’s profile in panel one reminds me of this famous “ambiguous image”: which do you see, a young girl or an old woman?
Porch Swingers
Guess they’re already back from dinner. How far is Les gonna let this go? Given their history, is he not the least bit uncomfortable with her clinginess and her excitement over his finally getting published? And what is with Summer’s complete deadpan non-reaction at seeing these two on the porch? Is she relieved, too, that Cayla’s out of the picture? Or is she just wasted? And when will Lisa’s ghost weigh in with her approval/disapproval?
Susan Loves It when a Plan Comes Together
Too many co-inky-dinks going on in this arc: Susan gets to Les’ Garage mere minutes ahead of Cayla…Cayla peeps them through the window but rather than create a scene, splits, unnoticed…When Cayla calms down and decides to call Les, her stupid phone battery’s dead…already. And Susan just grins that shit-eatin’ grin of hers…




