So now we know… you don’t have to have giant murder birds in your woods. You need mimics in your woods. Mocking birds, or escaped Parrots, or properly trained monkeys perhaps. And now, Raccoons who are friendly with giant murder birds and have rotten senses of humor. They probably make Bigfoot noises during those Bigfoot hunting TV shows, too. THAT is entirely enough to explain why they never find Bigfoot, right there.
Looks like Mr. Heywood might have rented out his avian chattels before now. Starting to think he might be unsavory or something.
On the other hand, maybe the bird is the brains of the operation, and Mr. Heywood is just the front man. You never can tell.
They’re right to be more worried about ticks.
Wukilars might get one or two of them, but ticks might get ’em ALL!
It’s something to consider when you’re worrying about what’s in the dark past the treeline.
Oh, Steven, Steven, Steven… you’re about to be under a thumb, and you have no idea it’s coming.
Of course, after it’s actually happening, you may not have any idea it’s going on. So that’s okay.
Do you think Steven has Hubris’ ability to grin maniacally and keep doing whatever he was doing to begin with?
First things first- Welcome, everyone who used to see Hubris at GoComics. You had, what… ten or a dozen new strips when you got over here that hadn’t run yet at GC? So, I hope that was nice.
Second- some of us that are used to seeing four new cartoons here a week (ever since GoComics picked it up. That’s when we went to four) may have been irritated at getting three new strips here last week, like it was another of those high-deadline-and-Greg-can’t-keep-up weeks. But no! Now the deal is that we’re back to a M-W-F type schedule here at Hubriscomics.com, and Patreon.com/hubris patrons get four a week. It’s only fair. They’re horking up hard-earned shekels and bobs for some extra attention, so… there ya go.
Now, on with the show!
Kara’s acting competitive again. I think everyone’s on the same page now.
Of course, Kara wouldn’t have won at paintball… she was faintly distracted.
But let’s discuss the really important thing…
Does Bob just move so deliberately and easily that he fades into the background, or does he actually dematerialize like a swami or a yogi or one of those enlightened masters? If he’s manifesting himself at convenient places in the universe by will alone, that’s one thing. I don’t have time to become enlightened and he might as well just keep on keeping on. If he’s just humming quietly and slipping off when he feels like it, well, that’s a pretty nice bit of stagecraft, and I’d like some notes on it.
How ’bout you?
Bob know that where a person is at ‘depends’. Where do you need them to be, really? That’s where they are. You might TELL yourself you want them there right now, but you don’t NEED them there right now. You need a minute, and Bob has a sense for that.
Apparently, when people DON’T need you to be someplace, you just… aren’t. Bob’s definitely got a sense for that.
I dunno if I’d trust Bob to fix a car, or a computer, or an actual heart. But if you need him to fix your mood, or your mindset, or your metaphorical heart… y’know, I’d want him there, doing his thing.
Hubris is out of sight, and it’s up to Durnell and Paste.
That sounds about right. I like it.
I bet Dusty knows all about crazy insurance claims and riders.
Marvel comics used to (maybe still does) publish a comic called “What If”. In one issue, the story revolved around Conan the Barbarian in modern-day New York (because if anything is going to happen like that, why would it ever happen anywhere but modern New York) and Conan beat up a guy with huge muscles, saying that his strength didn’t come from lifting meaningless pieces of metal over and over, but from fighting for his life all the time. I’m paraphrasing a lot of stylish dialogue that was spread over a couple of pages, of course, but I guess you get the idea. Hubris, whose stamina comes from horsing around and risking bodily injury on a regular basis would have an easy time outrunning anyone whose endurance comes from time spent on a treadmill. Or me. He could definitely outrun me. Running’s not my thing.
When the man say, “Run”, you run.
When the man say, “Talk”, you run.
When the bird say, “Rawwk”, you run.
See why it pays to stay in shape?
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