The Creepiest Form of Flattery, page 6
on December 5, 2012 at 12:01 amChapter: The Creepiest Form of Flattery
Location: Danny and Joe's dorm room, Papa Bruin's Pizza
Aha, yes, I see that I am lampshading Joyce’s inaccurate Southern accent. And probably, at this stage, poking fun at my own inability to write Sal’s actual dialog.
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Oh, Joyce… Please, just stop. Stop now, before you get creepier. I know you won’t, I’ve read the archives, but I’m kind of holding out hope that the force of everyone’s terror will send us to an alternate universe.
Preferably soon.
Maybe Danny can recommend Joyce his therapist?
I was just about to say, the irony is that Joyce is the one who really needs the therapy.
crikey
Oh jeez, Joyce. Your stalkerness has officially gone from “highly quirky” to “goddamn creepy”.
Is it just me or does his dad REALLY look like Joe in panel 3?
We need a countdown to Anti-Joyce. Seriously, how long before she goes from worst to best?
So…the parents trust the word of a complete stranger over their own son? Wow, what shitty parents.
You don’t think you would need therapy after spending more than a few minutes with this Joyce? Just in general?
Yeah, “mate” is perhaps a little too far south, cobber. Still, no worries, she’ll be right.
So, the Joyce in DoA is kind of getting karmic retribution for her past life then.
Stall hair is too good for her.
Ruffle ruffle.
I initially understood it as Joyce-impersonating-Sal working as therapy for Danny. Was I the only one?
All of this is mostly Joe’s fault. Could he have not just traded a cookie or picture of unicorn?
I have never seen a better reason to start drinking.
Soooo much therapy.