Animal Control, Part 4
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The Script For Today's Comic!
CRASH, Part 4:
Still on the car. Tanner wakes to life with a start as Izzy screams at him, bleeding from a fresh cut on his forehead.
TANNER: Whuh? Agh! Crap!
IZZY: Tanner, are you all right?
TANNER (getting out of the car, snatching the phone out of the windshield): Oh, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! (These words should be larger with each one until they once again reach a crescendo.)
IZZY: What? What?
TANNER: I hit something. I shouldn’t have been arguing with you, I wasn’t paying attention to the road….
IZZY: Well, what is it? What did you hit?
TANNER comes around the side of the car and looks down. It is an unconscious, unlovable possum, not staring at the camera. It should be a question of whether said possum is still alive.
TANNER: It’s a… big hairy fetus. With claws. And a pink nose.
IZZY: Tanner, it’s a possum! You hit a possum!