Man, the scan goes all wonky in the last panel. I must’ve tried to clean it up a little too much.
Cocktail shrimp rank among my mother’s favorite snack foods. She generally keeps a sack of frozen shrimp in the freezer. Lorna Doones, on the other hand, were something we used to have to stock up on for my Grandpa Red.
“Oh, Beta. I can’t remember every guy I kill”…Man, I love Dr. Narbon. I really do.
Incidentally, those are some really baggy pants I drew on Helen, but they’re not that much different from what I actually wear, so I guess it’s okay.
Dr. Narbon probably hits a little too close to home here. She and Helen have similar taste in men; they just express it somewhat differently.
In the second panel, Helen’s speech balloon is apparently so heavy that it’s weighing down on Dr. Narbon’s, warping them both out of shape. Sigh.
Helen is getting better-looking as this storyline progresses. I’m kind of gradually learning how to draw boobs here.
This one isn’t particularly funny, but at least it’s pretty decent looking by the standards of the time. I like Dr. Narbon hefting herself out of the couch and Helen’s thoughtful little expression in the third panel. Sometimes you get lucky with just the right little mouth line, and sometimes you don’t.
I keep drawing different patterns on the couch from strip to strip.
I don’t know if I meant to place Helen and her mother close together in the first panels and then far apart in the last, but it works pretty well to make it feel like they’re suddenly distanced from one another. It was probably just an accident, though. Generally, I’m lucky if I can draw two figures in roughly the correct proportions to one another; actually planning the composition of a panel is way beyond my abilities. If a strip looks okay, it’s mostly by accident.
As blase as she looks here, I’m sure Dr. Narbon loves messing with Helen’s mind like this.
Helen’s been putting up with that evil cackle even longer than we have, so I’m sure she’s good and sick of it.
I’m getting pretty good at drawing Helen by this point, which is why the strips that consist mostly of her look so much better than the strips where I have to draw anything vaguely difficult. Man, has she got a lot of hair, though.
Spoiler alert, but Dr. Narbon didn’t invent the teleporter, either. One really has to question her commitment to the “science” part of mad science.
Obviously, I did the teleporter effect with a couple of Photoshop filters. Not all that well; it’s kind of pixelated around the edges there. Oh, well. It gets the point across. And with that Dr. Narbon makes her exit, having done what she came to do: kill Dave and drink all the booze in the lab.
This is hardly unique to strips from this period, but everybody’s glasses are FLIPPIN’ HUGE. What’s up with that?