Les’ fetish has never seemed so sick. Of course he can’t let part of his shrine be glimpsed by an unbeliever. I’m surprised he’s allowing Mason to touch them. I’d have thought Les would have punched Mason in the face at such sacrilege. (Mason: “Huh, I thought I felt a light breeze just then. Did I forget to close the door?”)
This and yesterday’s strips really should have Mason backpedaling furiously toward the door, his voice a gibbering quaver of terror as he makes his excuses. But no, he sees these tapes as some rich vein of unobtainable treasure, sure to give his movie the gravitas it requires. In this terrible, terrible comic strip everyone worships Lisa. Not one person sees anything wrong with this.
As seen in the strips highlighted yesterday, even Lisa thinks she is an object of worship. It’s clear to her that any “other woman” would never supplant Lisa in Les’ heart. All this “other woman” can do is bake cookies for him, anoint his brow with oil, and make sure the Lisa shrines are properly dusted. Les’ heart is forever bound to Lisa. “Moving on” is something that Lisa (and Batiuk) cannot comprehend, much less allow.
Hey, Les, maybe there’s a tape in that bunch labelled “For the actor who wants to produce a movie about me.” What do you want to bet? And, if there is…what do you do now?