We kids are strange, nobody stranger,
Strange as the times are, we’re weirder still!
Best of all times, minimal danger,
Know in advance my soda won’t spill!
‘Cause we’re strange!
Trees falling into our lane,
‘Cause we’re strange!
Tip is too stunned to complain,
‘Cause we’re strange!
‘Cause we’re strange!
‘Cause we’re … straaaaaaange …
This… isn’t too bad for these kids, is it?
Relatively speaking, this is the equivalent of sitting quietly in the living room playing gin rummy.
When you seek out danger, is it really a bad thing when you find it?
I’d say Nera has a point there. ^_^
many local maxima does not a global maximum make
But that’s not a Maxima. It looks like an older model Z car, maybe a 280?
So they’re not just strangers, they’re strangerers.
in a strangerer land
Does that mean we should start calling their car “Gay Deceiver”, nyao?
If it jumps on command, I will.
I think someone just spilled their poop.
Careful, JW. You should never show hubris in a universe where narrative casualty could take hold at any time.
Narrative causality tries that, it gets a face full of wrench.
How very Panglossian…
And in still other universes, Jonah was raised in California, and didn’t spill his soda.
Probably because that Jonah was nowhere near the Jersey Barrens…
Strangest Things.
You know, Nera, you should count yourself lucky you said that in the forth panel instead of the third one.
“And the Lord called him forth and he went fifth.”
And Nera just issued the universe a challenge.
Also, Tip? How are you upset? You are getting dropped off at the falling tree exactly like you asked!
How did Tip know about the falling tree?!
They’re moving along pretty good for a non-off-road vehicle—but, then, didn’t Shelby’s car fly?
(TUNE: “People Are Strange”, The Doors)
We kids are strange, nobody stranger,
Strange as the times are, we’re weirder still!
Best of all times, minimal danger,
Know in advance my soda won’t spill!
‘Cause we’re strange!
Trees falling into our lane,
‘Cause we’re strange!
Tip is too stunned to complain,
‘Cause we’re strange!
‘Cause we’re strange!
‘Cause we’re … straaaaaaange …
Way to go.
The optimist says this is the best of all worlds. The pessimist fears he is right.
How to tell if your strip’s entire creative team is from the Midwest . . .