In The Belly Of The Beast, Part 7
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The Script For Today's Comic!
IZZY (flatly, worn out, but disgusted): Seth, you’re a scumbag.
IZZY: You’re right about Tanner: He’s immature and he’s clingy. But he LOVES me, which is something you’re not capable of.
IZZY (shaking her head): To think that anything could induce me to sleep with you….
SETH (rising from his chair, perhaps taking her hand): But Isabella, you don't know me.
IZZY: I think I do.
SETH (firmly, but kindly): No. You do NOT.
SETH (acknowledging his flaws): I'm florid sometimes, perhaps. And I press hard, for I am filled with passion.
SETH: But my house is like myself: it contains mysteries that must be plumbed. You have not seen the best I have to offer you, but...
SETH (considers): ... should I?...
SETH: Oh yes. I must. Isabella, it's time to show you the real me. Only a few people have seen what I am about to reveal to you.
IZZY (curious, not particularly angry, just wondering what the heck it could be): Keep it in your pants.
SETH (unlocking the door): No! It is the heart of my domain! My Andelain! My phlyactery! Come with me, for I think you’ll sing a different tune when you see….
SETH: ...THE BATCAVE!
(A full-panel pause as Izzy stands aghast, her expression near-unreadable. And then:)
IZZY: What the hell is wrong with you?