- AHR, I notice you didn't comment on how the art is weird here. Because Elliot lacks shoulders, the proportions are shot to hell. How is Sarah leaning over the bar between the seats? And how did she just reduce her height by a foot?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS A NANASE.
- AND WHY DO I GET THE FEELING THAT THE ANSWER IS GOING TO PISS ME OFF.
- Yeah... What's the point of 'ebort'?
- Once again, pointless "I know and you don't" attitude in the comic title. WHO THE FUCK CARES, DAN? I'M GUESSING IT'S A NEW CHARACTER!
- It just occurred to me- what kind of movie theater would be showing a movie called "Bionic Lesbians"?
- Oh, and by the way, even if he DID say "Ebert," it still wouldn't make sense. The entire point of the two-thumbs-up system is that Ebert can only give one thumb up, and his partner, generally someone of different tastes than him, gives the other thumb.
- Elliot has the exact same expression as the last two panels of the previous comic in the first panel.
- I fucking hate Ted.
- WHY WOULD HE ASK HER WHAT SHE WAS WEARING?! AND IF SHE ISN'T WEARING ANYTHING, OBVIOUSLY THERE'S SOMETHING FUCKING WRONG WITH HER.
- Also, what up with girls who wear Trench Coats?
- Why is Ted smiling pleasently when he says "Oh crap, my Dad's home!"
- Why... Why WOULDN'T your Dad be home, Ted?
- God I fucking hate Ted.
- Thank you AHR.
- That... Last... Panel... Sums up everything I despise about people who don't understand how to be funny.
- It strikes me as odd that they would need another girl to take grace 'shopping'.
- I have to give Shive credit for having a bunch of cliffhanger endings that I care nothing about, though.
- Blurgh. I still fucking hate Ted.
- "Duh, I think this girl might be interested in me. Nah, couldn't be. She probably just has back problems."
- I was going to disagree on the "rapist" bit, but no. If this were an ordinary girl in this situation, she'd run the minute he opened the door.
- Now I'm trying to remember why I was reading this comic.
- Silly Cakman. Real men don't go clothes shopping. It's not manly. Ha ha, gender stereotypes.