The Fatal Flaw
Sponsored by John Cochrane
To the Ferrett, for his contributions to the Magic community and elsewhere. (Aw, thanks - T.F.)
The Script For Today's Comic!
The Fatal Flaw
(Tom is talking to Tanner at the coffee shop.)
TOM: "Karla's posting webcam shots of herself online."
TANNER: "You think she's cheating on you?"
TOM: "I'd be more comfortable with that, actually. She's trying to raise an army of followers to take over the world, one cleavage photo at a time."
TANNER (waving it off): "I wouldn't worry about it, Tom."
TOM: "Why not?"
TANNER: "Well, she's gonna have to get past the Penny Arcade army first."
(Tom's eyes are bugging out in the left-hand side of the panel, and the rest of the panel is taken up by his vision of a perfect world.)
TOM: "I can see it now… the armies of Penny Arcade storm off to vanquish the legions of Wil Wheaton!"
(Whatever weirdness you care to come up with.)
TANNER: "But wait! Drew Curtis has flanked them with exploding beer kegs! And Neil Gaiman's Goth armies are spraying them with flaming makeup!"
(NOTE: Drew Curtis is the owner of FARK.com, in case you didn't know.)
(Tanner and Tom slumped back in their seats, in a large panel.)
TOM: "You're right, Tanner. She doesn't have the manpower yet."
TANNER (looking over): "Plus, there's one aspect neither of us have considered…."
REALLY FAT PIMPLY NERD AT AN ADJOINING TABLE, DRESSED IN AN EMBARRASSING "CON" OUTFIT, A VAT OF WHIPPED-CREAM MOCCHACINNO IN FRONT OF HIM: "I totally kicked ass at the SCA last week."
REALLY EMBARRASSINGLY THIN NERD, IN ANIME OUTFIT: "When will they learn not to mess with our l33t kung-fu skills?"