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Apartment 3-G, 11/13/04

Now we know the shocking truth behind Apartment 3-G’s current white slavery storyline: Margo’s evil supervillain client “Mr. Eldon” is really none other than … Pennsylvania Senator Arlen Specter!

No, really:

I’ve totally lost track of where Eldon/Specter is supposed to be right now. Did he get that picture from her purse? Does Margo carry around a framed, captioned photo of her and her ex-boyfriend in her purse? Because that would be pretty weird.

Incidentally, our evil slave master must be too busy managing his ever-growing army of hapless drones to understand the nature of carnal love, because otherwise he’d know that Pete could be her boyfriend and her handler. I do like the fact that he casually uses the nickname “FBI Pete” in his thought balloons, just like everyone else in the strip.

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Apartment 3-G, 11/8/04

Then they came for the nosy, meddling brunettes, but I was not a nosy, meddling brunette, so I did not speak out.

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Apartment 3-G, 10/31/04

Today’s Apartment 3-G trades in two vicious stereotypes about New York City’s residents: that they’re callous, and that they’re stupid. As noted earlier, we just spent a lovely weekend in this gracious city, and if we had been forced to escape from our cruel overlord by hiding out in the back of a flower truck, I think people would have been nicer to us, or at least a little more curious. (“Hmm, terrified, English-impaired young women keep trying to stow away in our van whenever we have deliveries to that mysterious compound — that’s odd. Hey, how’d the Nets do last night?”) I do like the pink- and blue-attired, stroller-pushing, fashion refugees from 1962. Their dialogue in the last panel sounds marginally less stilted if you imagine them as two little old Jewish ladies, though.

I’ve really been drawn to the Sunday Apartment 3-Gs lately. Maybe the evil floating heads have hypnotized me! Must … do … floating heads’ … bidding …