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While the “Things to Come” dance troupe symbolizes the triumph of reason over superstition by turning their backs on the great Crosshatched Pyramid, the redhead kid speaks to his friend and long-time lover, Fistulina. She’s there when he wants a popsicle! She’s there when he pretends he’s holding a microphone! She understands when he just has to have a banana, darn it! But he won’t be laughing for long: | |
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That's right: Toni Gay's friend is Butch Dykeman. This panel sums up everything I hope to show in this site. It’s poorly drawn; the dynamics make no sense (the little sunburst lines appear on the instructor’s left hand, even though he whapped Butch with the right), and the dialogue is written by guys who move their lips when reading Bazooka Joe fortunes. Whooo . . . (cough) y . . ulp . . . Yessir . . . . What does that mean? Who says y (pause) (pause) ulp after a strange man springs panther-like across the room, swoops behind and slaps them in the butt? In midsentence? The people in the funny books, that’s who.
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