And here we are with the phone conversations again. If you watch Bond movies and all that, phone calls are dynamic things, made just before, and cut off during, explosions or something. Maybe I need more explosions. I’ve already said that I love the original Bob Newhart comedy routines where he supplies half of a conversation (Phone call, intercom on a submarine, whatever) and you get to fill in the action. But Bob didn’t draw those bits. They were audio humor. I gotta keep these characters off the phone.
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Yep, and that is true. Unless it’s an Amber Alert, it can take far too long for the authorities to move on something like a missing person.
Still betting Lowell comes staggering out as he smells the catering for the paintball guys, they mistake him for a grizzly and he gets darted, eartagged, collared and almost sent to the hinters until the sky opens up and the rain melts off the forest debris and they realize it’s Lowell. While that drama is going on the raccoon tribe carries off the catered lunch.
You’re killing me. Do you guys know how many details in these story lines get changed because of the comment section?
Ummm…
None?
Nooooooooooo. No. *sigh*. No.
Um…. draw faster?
Hey it just seems to follow the non-logical pattern that’s going on here, especially with time being as fluid as it is… with nothing to eat and water to drink, Lowell is good for say, a little over five weeks, fasting. Yes he’s a big guy but… Now if the Raccoon Tribe is helping him forage, he’ll last a long long time. As for the darting, I mentioned that one a while back already. I’m sure you have a fantastic climax here for the ‘Collision of Worlds’ about to happen 🙂 *about to happen, say before Thanksgiving…
Just because we guessed it doesn’t mean we don’t want to see it…
Yeah, what he typed!
Ok. Here’s a thought.
Move the paintball location, and set the date to just before Lowell is dead.
Have the bankers do all the work, saying that it’s a “Navy SEAL rescue mission” scenario, to find one of the official referees who’s gone “missing” for the sake of realism.
Has it been weeks? I though it was at most 3 or 4 days. Enough for Lowell to feel hunger and return. He has zero abilities in the wilderness survival skills department.
Days, weeks, years, seconds… in comic strips, comic books and soap operas, time just won’t behave the way we’d like it to.
“Let me not die while I am still alive.”
odds are by the time the police do start the search lowel will pop back up thank bob for house sitting for him. for hubris luck will never include Lowel dieing unless its in some freak sports accident or by the hands of the crazy dog lady or his former bosses.
(Since we’re messing with Greg…) No, no, no. Lowell shows up and MARRIES the crazy dog lady. Dog frequently breaks into Hubris house and nips at Paste’s ankles as he skates in the basement dealie-whopper (technical term.)
I wonder how many weeks of storielines we’ve ruined
I wonder how many you’ve improved, by making me take a more interesting turn rather than skating by the easy way.