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Six Chix, 8/12/25

Why start now?

Judge Parker, 8/12/25

Come on, lady, everybody knows April. They didn’t even need to tell you her last name!

Rex Morgan, 8/12/25

Sad-sack sister here sounds like an AI spooling out yards of generic content: “different points of view” … “makes communication tough” … “not open to the idea” … “doesn’t want to accept” …. Out with it, girl: the guy’s a jerk!

Hi and Lois, 8/12/25

Hi and Lois tiptoes into Rex Morgan Secret Sibling territory. Careful reconnecting with your new half-brother, Dawg—I hear his sister is a real bitch.

—Uncle Lumpy

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Dick Tracy, 8/11/25

Sam, Lizz, and Lee are searching the apartment of loan shark Sphyrna, murdered by tech whiz Theresa Lakoyle with her glowing gun. Yesterday, Sam bet Lee a week of sandwiches that he would find key evidence in two minutes, and here he does. In the toilet. It makes him so damn happy; just look at that grin. Please don’t anybody tell him why he always gets toilet duty.

Alice, 8/11/25

Lady, you took your brain out of your head and handed it to Boyfriend there. Little analysis is required.

Mary Worth, 8/11/25

“Olive, you’re leaning hard into this ‘I am so unusual’ bit; maybe give it a rest for a while and see how that works out?” said Mary Worth, never.

Judge Parker, 8/11/25

“Everyone to the couch. Now. The psychiatrist‘s couch, because you people are nuts.”

—Uncle Lumpy

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Slylock Fox, 8/4/25

You might remember a few years back when supposed genius entrepreneur Elizabeth Holmes started a company called Theranos that could run multiple medical tests from a very small amount of blood, something that was of great interest to me as a needlephobe and apparently to lots of other people too, because the company raised billions of dollars and had multiple former Secretaries of State on its board of directors, but then it turned out that the technology never worked and the product was never shipped and it was all an enormous scam. At a certain point Theranos stalled for time by announcing a big partnership with Walgreens and sending them these machines that were big boxes that performed “blood analysis” if you stuck in a vial with a normal-sized blood sample, and eventually someone opened it up and discovered it was just running the exact same tests a regular lab would run, with off-the-shelf equipment kind of all jammed in there together. What I’m trying to say is that Count Weirdly isn’t selling fake honey; he’s selling real honey out of a “machine” that’s full of enslaved bees. It’s an easy mistake to make for a fox who wasn’t sapient during the final, fraud-heavy chapter of human civilization.

Judge Parker, 8/4/25

Oh, by the way, April’s Norwegian spy encounter ended in violence and possible kidnapping, but I didn’t really cover it here because, what, do you log in to this website for terrifying thrills? No, you want to be soothed, and so here, here’s a strip from the “cool down” phase of this plot, in which a character who was not present for the incident but who heard about it from someone who was relays the information she’s gleaned secondhand to a third party.