Oh, dear. Now Helen has a whole row of oddly patterned test tubes. The checked one is nice.
I love this whole storyline, by the way. It’s the earliest Narbonic storyline that I still find more entertaining than cringe-worthy. It’s hard to go wrong with zombies, of course, and Dave is just so matter-of-fact about the whole thing. Well, obviously he’ll have to go on an undead rampage. That’s just what zombies do.
Actually, stalking and killing the person responsible for your death is more of a traditional Haitian zombie thing than a modern George Romero-type zombie thing. I may have been influenced by the film Zombie Nightmare, starring Tia Carrere, Adam West, and Jon-Mikl Thor and his band Thor-kestra, which for some reason is one of the few episodes of “Mystery Science Theater 3000” I actually acquired on tape in the old “Keep Circulating Those Tapes” days. Or maybe I just liked the idea of Dave pathetically trying to exact revenge on Dr. Narbon, something of which he is patently incapable whether alive or dead.
Also, wood glue is funny.
Dave, of course, completely misses the deeper implications of Helen’s unusual-for-her level of solicitousness on his behalf. Beyond his grasp are the subtleties of the human heart. But at least he managed to get his hand stitched back on. There’s a little dramatic tension there when you see his hand in his pocket in the first panel.
Okay, there isn’t really. I’m just one of those lazy artists who can never think of things for characters to do with their hands.
Mell is reading The Chris Ellmann Story.
Note that by this point I was doing not only word balloons but occasional bolded text. This represented massive effort by my standards. I’m a lazy, lazy artist.
I’m sorry, I just like this strip. I’m juvenile. Although not as juvenile as the people who are going to make dirty-minded comments about it not really being a finger.
The “gum” comment brings up the tricky question of whether Undead Dave carries with him the fetid odor of rotting flesh, such as could not possibly be covered by a stick of Wrigley’s. Based on comments in later strips, the answer is probably yes.
There’s also the question of whether any chemicals or hormones at all still affect Dave’s system. If his blood isn’t flowing anymore, probably not. He probably feels weird and cranky for any number of reasons, if indeed he feels at all, trapped within a lifeless, decaying corpse that defies all reason and human decency by moving with the crude semblance of life.
Zombies are so great.
And the novelty of being undead starts to wear off. Poor Dave. This strip doesn’t really have a punchline, leaving me to ponder the indignity of Dave’s existence and the mystery of what the heck Mell is polishing there.
As I’ve said before, I didn’t intend for the repeated destruction of Dave’s cars to be a running joke. It just kind of happened organically. Dave’s wail in the last panel will be echoed, much, much later, by his unfortunate clone.
The Elastic Snaps is probably another entry from my old band name list. I had a million of ’em.