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1.)
(In Karl's apartment still from the last comic. Jack's hair is a bit
wetted down now, and he reaches for the mints Karl is offering.)
KARL: I am so sorry! I had no idea.
Are you a vegetarian or something?
JACK: Eh, or something.
2.)
(Karl has turned away and has a hand on his stomach, while
behind him Molly the cat is scaling Jack like so many drapes.)
KARL: Damn, maybe I have an iron gut
after all these Noodle Cups.
3.)
(Molly has reached the pinnacle of Mount Jack,
which is smiling. Karl is angry with the little beast..)
KARL: MOLLY!
4.)
(Jack winces in pain as Molly bats at his eyes with a clawed mitt.
Karl's eyes are wide, and he reaches to grab the dread cat.)
KARL: Oh my god! I haven’t socialized her enough!
5.)
(Jack rubs his head and smiles, Molly looks wily, Karl sensitive.)
JACK: Is that one of Noodle’s kittens?
KARL: Oh Jack... Noodle died last year.
6.)
(Jack is mildly bummed out or distracted.)
JACK: Oh...
KARL: (from off panel) Man, I’m sorry--
JACK'S PHONE: Ooh B yourself baybeh yeah
7.)
(As Jack answers his phone and Molly wriggles,
Karl notices some money fall out of Jack's pocket.)
JACK: Just a sec--
8.)
(As Molly contemplates escape, Karl is either shocked by something
about the cash, or by the substance of Jack's phone conversation.)
JACK: (off panel) Hey, what? Oh, is that the... guy? ...How big?
Well uh, how many bullets does it take?
Damn, we’re not gonna start a war are we?
You think that’s going to work?
Can you even shoot something like that?
Alright, just get whatever will work, it’s gotta fit in the car.
9.)
(Jack hasn't yet put his phone away and Karl looks nervous and goofy.)
JACK: We’re... talking about a game.
KARL: Ohh you dropped these? Heh!
JACK: You can keep it.
KARL: I’d rather not...!
10.)
(Jack seems fairly blank and Karl is looking coy.)
JACK: Well it hasn’t been exactly romantic but I’m here...
11.)
(Karl looks sentimental as he drags an
unexpressive cat across his chin.)
KARL: I don’t want to seem cheesy,
but I want it to be right. You know?
12.)
(Perhaps the awkwardness is done, as the lads
are looking friendly. Jack pats Karl on the arm.)
JACK: Haha, if you say so. Goodnight kiss?
KARL: Maybe on a night when no one’s vomited.
JACK: Fair enough.
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