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Felt Like this f*cking day would never
come. Issue two - on the shelf.
Don't start, alright! This is a cool
moment, and I'd appreciate you not
trying to ruin it. How often does
a guy get the opportunity to purchase
something with his name on it!
(points to name on cover)
Banky Edwards- right!
(points to the other)
I know my name.
C'mon, sour puss. We got the rest of
our lives to be artists. But it's
supply and demand. And right now,
This is easy, alright! And right now
it pays the bills. Just don't forget
that we're better than this.
I'll tell you who we're better than:
these two fags right here.
manager, and WALT the Fan-boy, play a card game.
(lays books on the counter)
Alright Old-Maid's - take a break from
the Crazy-8's marathon and ring us up.
(not looking up)
Well, well,well, Walt Did you see who
get them to autograph one of their
books so we can sell it for triple
I'm not that in need of fifteen cents
You guys operate the smallest, ladies'
bridge circle I've ever seen.
For your information, we're playing
.Crimson Mystical Mages' - an
overpower card game. Not that either
of you would give a shit about
something as advancedas this -
there are no dick or poopie jokes
I don't think they're fans.
No, we're not. You're both a couple
of f*cking no talents that got lucky.
was good which it was not it was
thoroughly mediocre with a few spiky
bits of dialogue. And when you get
your foot in the door of the business,
what do you do! You turn out a piece
of shit like .Bluntman and Chronic'.
Tell him, Steve-Dave.
.Bluntman and Chronic'. Pah.
pulled on the villain in the last
Stinky-palm. You give comics a bad
name I tell all my customers not to
F*cking one hit wonder, dime-store
This is the reality at Comic-Toast -
you're not going to get your ass
kissed here, because both me and Walt
think you suck.
I said that.
exit Steve-Dave and the Fan-boy slap hands and go back to
ups and twelve life points! Ha! I
get your elf card!
You're such a bitch! But thankfully,
for just such an occasion.
You suck! Eighty six life-power
points to my twenty two!
Steve-Dave and Walt hit the deck like bitches, covering
one another. They look up slowly. Steve-Dave leaps to
You know it was those two f*cks!
Let's call the cops and have them
Or better yet, let's sue! You can sue
(still reading note)
That won't be necessary.
What?! Why the hell not!
(holds up check)
Because this is a check for three
times what that window cost.
insight. But like my grandmother
always said - .F*ck 'em if they can't
Kiss it,Banky the Hack.
P.S. - Your card game blows..
He said .Kiss it.!
Could you sign it .To a really big
Holden sits at a table. Across from the barely-managing-
smile in return,
super-heroes who bear a
I love this book man! This shit's
awesome. I wish I was like these guys
aboutchicks and fighting
supervillains! I love these guys!
They're like .Cheech and Chong' meet
.Bill and fed'!
I like to chink of them as
.Rosencrantz and Guildenstern' meet
.Vladimir and Estragon'.
So you draw this!
(signing the comic)
I ink it and I'm also the colorist.
The guy next to me draws it. But we
both came up with the characters,
What's that mean - you .ink it'!
pictures in pencil, and then he gives
it to me to go over in ink
So you just trace!
It's not tracing. I add depth and
shading to give the image mere
definition. Only then does the drawing
really take shape.
You go over what he draws with a pen -
(hands book back to
and then you draw the same thing right
on top of it, not going out-side the
designated original art what do call
I don't know. Tracing?
It's not tracing.
Oh, but it is.
(to Little Kid)
Do you want Lour book signed or what?
Hey - don't get all testy with him
your station in life.
I'm secure with what I do.
Then say it - you're a tracer.
(grabbing Little Kid's book)
How should I sign this?
(grabs book back)
I don't want you to sign it, I want
Chronic to sign it. You're just a
Tell him, Little Shaver.
Who do I sign it to!
looks to his left and freaks.
Jesus! All I did was call him a
DEAD F*CKING BODY, YOU F*CK?!
(to Security Guard)
Could you get him out of here!
Hey, wait a sec! He jumped me! And
you're dragging me away!!
YOUR MOTHER'S A TRACER!!
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