Mal and Enis are on the same wavelength today.
I don’t think Shelley feels like they’re all sympatico, do you?
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Enis can talk his way into and out of anything. Just ask him! He’ll tell ya. And tell ya. And tell ya.
I’ve met a few people like that. Look ya in the eye and tell you something that just… isn’t … so. But because they believe it for the moment, and because they expect you to believe it because they said it, and there’s that personal charm or charisma or psychic evil power or whatever they got, you sorta feel like you’re not just supposed to just walk away thinking “Poor stupid imbecile. I hope he doesn’t hurt himself.”
And you get drawn into the crazy.
Peter Enis knows his tropes! How many TV shows and movies have used this simple, yet irritating, setup? About a thousandth of the Soap Operas that have used the one of people overhearing the exact plot point they shouldn’t/should hear while loitering just out of sight. Enis needs to set THAT one up soon.
Sorry for the delay. Yesterday was crammed with stuff, and I thought this cartoon was up already. Yikes.
Anyhow, Enis has some particular idea about being in charge, that I don’t think employees at other branches of the flow chart feel reflect the way things actually get done.
Shelly seems to be one of those people who get things done without much idea about being in charge.
You may know someone like that.
Also- if you’re here from GoComics! “HI!” Glad you’re here.
Sorry for the misspelling of ‘Patreon.com/hubris’ on the site over there. I’ve been trying to get it fixed, but even people at the syndicate apparently have trouble digging stuff out once it’s in the queue.
As the night draws in, Hubris is getting cagey.
When everyone is looking for you, though, where do you go?
And when you’ve got an event to announce, where do you go?!
Ya go to the mic.
Now we know how they’ll be financing their first dinner date.
Rick has his victory. In his head, he was probably thinking of awards, or cheering, or handshakes, or something that says, “You Won!”
It probably did not occur to him that anyone would walk up and have this conversation with him. He’s probably wondering now if anyone actually HAS done so, or if maybe he’s hallucinating.
Big Ron ought to know better than to just fling yourself at a slippy creature! You got to get a finger and thumb into his mouth and out the gills to get a proper grip.
Dang. Now that I come to write that, I’ve thought of another way I could’ve drawn this cartoon.
Lowell has learned a lesson about rivalry. It can be fun and spirited, or it can be mean-spirited.
Lowell started out, quite a while ago, thinking it had to be the latter.
Now, he must feel differently. I honestly don’t think he dumped Paste on his head out of mean-spiritedness. I think it was done in fun.
Surely Paste will feel the same.
That Mal. He got so caught up in winning.
That Lowell. I’m wondering if he didn’t throw the match when he saw that Mal was buying the one-sided bet.
… It’s not Lowell’s hundred, anyhow.
