Sal, I strongly recommend you seek therapy
on June 24, 2016 at 12:01 amChapter: Retraction
Location: Big Boss's office
You know Linda’s new here because she doesn’t realize that in SEMME, “therapy” means going downstairs to the lab, Professor Doc saying that you should probably carry a bigger gun, and then pointing you in the direction of the Bermuda Triangle.
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you know, this could just be the title of the whole gosh darn comic
Yep. And Roomies! could have just been called ‘Danny, Stop’.
You are the one to talk Linda. After all you switched Sal with another child.
Again having a unstable state of mind runs in the family.
Like you kind of directly set up at least 67% of your family’s major disasters with that move, Linda.
And what was your pledge ? To seek blind Justice even though you might end up directly getting 100 people killed on the way ?
Yes.
Even when the one you wish to see dead is already dead?
Heh, Linda is the only one to suggest what the entire cast needs. I mean she never follows up on it but points for trying.
Oh, that wacky Joe!
Always good for a laugh!
*dodges Sal’s fists*
It only JUST occurred to me that here is Sal’s mom, and Sal says her parents are dead.
Joe: okay, I missed an episode or two, I’ll catch up on this drama later thx
Linda’s not the one who raised her!
Sal: I loved my parents, so naturally I challenge the Head alien to a duel…I fail. The Head Alien left me alive, but he gave me this (mentions to the burn scars)
Walky: How old were you?
Sal: I was 18 years old, when I was strong enough I dedicated my life to the study of jumping through windows, so the next time we meet, I will not fail…I will go up the the Head Alien, and go “Hello, my name is Sal Walters…you killed my parents, prepare to die”
Originally posted:
October 6, 2001
Also,
I kinda wonder what a group therapy session of all the SEMME agents (or at least squad 128) would be like.
I’m imagining a lot of swearing, tears, and… why are there so many brownies?
I can’t THINK of a police force, from the FBI to the littlest podunk sheriff’s office, where “therapy” *DOESN’T* consist of going out to the shooting range or going out and plinking empty beer cans.
Funniest author’s lead in I’ve seen in a long time. Sad that it is true.
Down to the Lab with you!
Or, Professor Doc points a mind wiper at YOUR head….
“Well, it worked for Joyce. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Sal desperately tries to be perfect, far more perfect than her vile parent, and buries her trauma under the belief that she can use that trauma to motivate herself into becoming flawless and powerful.
I wonder who that reminds me of.
Galasso, natch.
Honestly, though, even recommending Sal get therapy once is probably more good parenting than DoA Linda has done for her daughter in all 18 years of her existence.