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There’s a point in this comic where you can detect how completely I’ve internalised the logic of Seinfeld. It’s not the panel where Charlotte is flanked by both Energy Crow and a bat. That’s my own thing.
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Yay, Claire has escaped the paternoster!
I didn’t recognize Energy Crow without a cigarette in his beak. I’m assuming he’s signed on as Lottie’s shoulder devil, and she’s borrowed Comrade Bat for her shoulder angel.
I’m still a little sad about Friend Bat’s demise in SGR.
Perhaps there is a chiropteran afterlife where Friend Bat is currently having his own postmortem adventures.
Last we saw him, he was hanging out with Natalie, so I figure he’s doing about as well as a dead bat can.
There are a few things I put in Scary Go Round where I do not think I could summon the internal cruelty, nothing like it, to put them in now. There’s a page of Steeple where Magus Tom throws a dolly into the fireplace and every time I think about it, I feel very bad and have to reassure myself that Billie would have immediately retrieved it when his back was turned.
Lottie no! Night World Syndrome is a real and present threat! Do not eat the night plums! Do not join a humming circle!
If only she could talk to Susan, she’d get her head straight.
Is she standing atop Moorfoot in that last panel?
I can see Lottie become a local legend and people start talking about “The mysterious vampire”, or “The ghost of the university”. How much before Claire will ask for help casually calling Glenn without knowing he and Lottie already meet?
Claire knows Lottie and Glom have met. She was there for their last meeting.
Chibi vampire!
I can see Lottie getting obsessed with Hipster culture and hanging out in dive bars. What is a dive bar? A less reputable pub that serves beer made from the urine of diabetic hobos. Nothing has been reupholstered since 1972. There are still stains from when a biker bled on the bar during an ill-advised self piercing experiment with a thumbtack and a potato in 1987.
Waaaaiiiiit… finely-honed crime-fighting skills, hangs out on rooftops at night… SHE’S BATMAN!
Batwoman.
Bat-like Woman.
She’s Chibbi Vampirella!
She’s clearly Captain Air Fryer.
Lottie already had her “Mysterious Caped Avenger of the Night” phase (see The Case of the Modern Men).
That was Shauna. (Sxauna? Shxuana?) After the mod-rocker war broke out, and her two slab-sided bandmates kicked her out of their rock band for fear she’d get hurt, Shauna dressed herself up as rock hero “Yumi Aoki” to lead the rockers in fighting the mods in order to prove to the city that she was “tough”.
While that was going on, in despair over the destruction of the mystery shed, Charlotte burned all her purple puffers and started swooping around in a cape dishing out “heavy venge”.
I assume this is what happens to a person when they spend their formative years hanging out with Esther and Shelley.
“Yumi Aoki” didn’t wear a cape. I was talking about Lottie.
Ahhh. I didn’t understand what you meant because, well, caped Lottie didn’t really hide her face, nor did she go out at night.
What was once lost… can always be recovered!
* bursts through the door *
I’m flippin’ the clock, Jerry! I’M FLIPPIN’ THE CLOCK!
BZZZT!
George: He’s flipping the clock?
Jerry: He’s flipping the clock!
Elaine: What is flipping the clock?
Jerry: Well it’s when you take the clock and, you know…
George: Flip it.
Kramer: (mimes flipping a huge clock)
Everything about their relationships is going to change! The whole thing is getting changed!
Oh wait, nevermind, nothing is changing, but one thing: the momentary impetus towards change
Question; How old would have Lottie been around the time of the Man-Like-Bat incident which coincidentally happened when Mr. Wayne visited Sheffield?
Nine years old.
I see a classic “Box and Cox” situation being set up
Now I have this urge to write a Batman episode in the style of Seinfeld.
[Bruce bursts in]
Bruce: Alfred! We’ve got a problem.
Alfred: Can it wait, I’m trying to fix the–
[Interrupted by clawing on window]
Bruce: Who could it be now?
Alfred: I think it’s Catwoman, sir.
Bruce: What can she want? [opens the window]
Catwoman, out of breath: Can you give a message to batman for me?
Bruce: I don’t know where you get the idea that..
Alfred: Sir, can you have this conversation elsewhere? I’m in the middle of..
Catwoman: Is that a Cavendish? You know, my father was a concert pianist…