Beast: Coda The Final
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The Beast: Coda III
Tom and Tanner at the café of doom.
TOM (processing this slowly, unsure he’s hearing what he’s hearing): So they didn’t put the possum to sleep.
TANNER: No. It came back and saved me from Ann.
TOM: … Who is now scarred for life.
TANNER: Actually, she’s earning twice as much money these days.
TOM (facepalm): Tanner, you’re not still talking to her, are you?
TANNER (a little affronted that Tom would think him so dumb): Tom, I see her because we work at the same strip club. Or we used to, anyway. Now she’s working at the Goth bar.
TOM: What would the Goth bar want with a banged-up stripper?
The Goth bar, with Ann scarred and now wearing a big REALLY FAKE wig curling up sensuously in the lap of a student, coquettishly showing off her latest scar. A banner behind them says, “The Black Bar: Where Hope Dies And Trent Reznor’s Always On.”
ANN: …and I made this scar with barbed wire when I read Sandman and realized how much I wanted to be Despair. I wrote a poem about it.
ANN: Twenty bucks and I’ll read it to you.