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#51: Interrogation
Let's hear how this bird will sing.
I see trees of green, red roses too...
Hm...
Not bad. Now we'll deal with you, insect.
Crap on my cookies once more and I'll destroy your whole family. Or order. Or
even class.
To you then, animal...
Twenty eight litres per day, nice! You're just a portal to the milk dimension,
baby.
And now - get him, guys.
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#52: Uninvited guests
Don't want to interrupt, Ropsenshtils, but there's some army asking for you.
I'm coming.
Well. What can I don't do for you at this lovely day?
I'm General Matilda, KICK.
Pff. I am Ropsenshtils, blow your brains out.
Or I could rather offer some tea. I'm pretty unpredictable, you know.
No, I'm with Knavish International Conclave of Killers and you're holding our
member.
That member of yours was trying to kill me. And we won't let him go before I
learn by whose order he acted.
It's absolutely confidential information. We have no right to share it.
No, you!
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#53: An idea
Was it necessary to act like that? They're going to sturm us at this point.
Okay, I have an idea.
Oh no, not an idea...
They call me Cuban Pete!
I'm the king of the Rumba beat!
When I play the maracas they go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky...
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#54: Peculiar personality
Two hours later.
There were four of us against nineteen, and now we're four against nine.
Brilliant!
Ropsenshtils, there are only two of us and no one attacked yet.
But if there's only two of us... What about Caporal Korsky and Jolly Bob then?
Guys just didn't make it, did they?
Did they, sarge?
You know, I think you're out of mind a bit...
Just a little bit, eh?
I went crazy as all hell, can't you see!? I am completely inadequate!
Jeesus, when will you learn to state things as they are at last?
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#55: Sudden relatives
Okay, let's all relax and then you, Shiznagsingerzuppe, will come up with a plan.
Why me?
You better hurry before I get some kind of idea again.
Okay, okay...
15 minutes later...
...and that's how we can get out of this situation.
This is your eighth plan and all of them are suspiciously oriented on finding
consensus with the mercenaries.
It was the same plan, I'm just trying to beat into your head that dialogue and
aim for understanding is our only solution!
Attention, detectives! You have fifteen more minutes to hand us the hostage
before we start operation "Blood and guts", during which you'll be extremely
amazed by the ways a human can be killed with. The clock is ticking.
I tell you what, my friend, your plans lack fantasy, advisability, and
nonsensical violence.
If only Uncle Frank was here. He'd get it done in a minute.
Great detective he was, your uncle. A shame you're not like him.
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#56: The Teachings of Don Quixote
Ropsenshtils, I have a confession to make.
You're still not my type.
No, I mean Uncle Frank still can help us.
Isn't he too dead for that?
Not physically. I could travel to spirit realm and ask his advice.
Did I ever tell you that you're strange?
You see, Ropsenshtils, I have a secret...
My ancestors were Indians.
My grandpa, shaman Tight Expander, possessed sacral knowledge of travels to
places inacessible for mere mortals. He tought me to alter my state of mind to
enter spirit world through dipping into unconscious. I'll find Uncle Frank there
and ask for advice.
For this mystical transition I'll need peyote, psilocybin mushrooms, and some
olives on skewers. All that is stashed in my forest cache. I could get out
through chimney by using my indian ancestors' skills, sneak past watchmen, and
find my stash while you're distracting our enemies.
Yes, right, I think I could...
It'll be faster.
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#57: The Other Side
Oh, damn...
How did I get here? That was some strong...
...Peyote. Hmm.
Speak up, young man.
Hello, lady...
HELP! THEY TURNED ME INTO A PHONE!
It's an Afterlife, grandson. Not everything here is what it is, and what is not
looks more different than this.
Not funny, gramps, you said there will be a lady.
Yeah, 72 maidens are on the line.
Did you reveal mysteries of all creation only for mockery?
Not only. Just mainly.
Maybe you'll connect me to the place of Uncle Frank's final resting at last?
Okay, okay.
Yesъ?
Oh, God...
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#58: The Other Side is not the same
And then I'm telling him, telling him... Hey, this is that mofo Ruins O'Failey
McClusterfuck Von Fubar Game'Overson-The'Endsky or whatnot...
Nicely done. Anton Palyich, old chap, pour us some more Whiskey.
MomentЪ!
Just go on, go on.
Yeah, and then I really sneezed, and Ropsen is like I'm totally extravagant.
Dunno about you but it's not funny for me at all. There was a lot of not funny
stuff...
Then this Voland's showing up and I'm just "Hey, pal, I don't like your Goofy,
put it away!", yeah. And then Robopope is breaking the wall and go like "I'll
cross you all, mwahaha!" Ropsen hides behind me in fear, but it's cool, he's shy
and sensitive like a schoolgirl, after all.
Where was I? Ah! So I'm telling this jerk "Hey, good fellow, why won't you kindly
leave this place?" and smacking him with the chair. And then Chekhov appears, can
you imagine that?
Drivelъ!
Right. But then it turns out that Ropsen just imagined all that cause his brain
was stepped on, you know. I'm saying it and couldn't believe myself.
And why do those things keep crawling into my mouth!?
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#59: Professional assessment
...And that's how they pinned us in that cabin. I'm here to ask for your help,
Uncle Frank. I have very little time. Don't know what's happening with my friend.
He is most likely being killed. I must find a way to help him no matter what,
understand?
Well, the situation is rather serious...
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#60: Do you even duel?
Eh? Grenade?
Unfortunately, no, my androgynous friend. I'm just challenging you to a duel.
I didn't find a glove so I used a sock instead. And then it couldn't break the
glass so I put half of a brick inside.
A duel? I bet you didn't even shoot a bullet, pipsqueak.
Actually, yes, thanks for reminder. I didn't shoot a bullet today indeed. Yet.
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#61: Double the fun
Are you ready to save your friend by putting your life on the line?
I guess.
I can't hear you!
I think so!
Can't hear!
Probably!!
That's the spirit!
Listen closely now. To be able to get to the real world you have to obtain your
inner power. You must look into yourself, descend into the darkest depths of your
soul to find the light of your true self there. It is a long and dangerous jorney
which will span across many strips but your reward will be priceless. For that,
you'll need peyote and some...
Damn, it's getting funnier every time!
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#62: In the meantime two weeks ago
So what's going on in the fascinating world of web-comics..?
Web-comics!
One man really wanted to want to one day not be able to be able
But wasn't able to
Ropsenshtils!
M?
I think I've learned the vanity of existence.
The pistol is in the toilet tank.
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#63: Jacob's Career Ladder
Okay, rookie, you look so feeble, I'm letting you choose weapon for the due...
e... eh...
I choose ambition.
He killed general! Now I'm in charge! Fire!
No, I'm in charge, here's my command: fire!
Shut up you two, I'm the senior one, fire!
You place-hunters! I'll...
And I choose ancient Indian magic!
Oh, here you are. How was the afterworld?
Are you drunk?
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#64: Stress
I planned to let general live. I hit him with special non-lethal pitchfork to
interrogate him later. And I said I choose ambition because of symbolism:
mercenaries would fight due to their lust for power and that would be the end of
Matilda as an army leader. But your monster just stomped, bunted, infected with
something, and pecked everybody. And then it just evaporated. Where's social
commentary in that, I wonder? If I were to kill general with pitchfork, I would
just say: "I choose surprise". I wanted something... More refined.
And our sniper vanished somewhere. He's probably chomping the World Tree in the
Helheim somewhere, lucky guy, while we have a work to do.
At least we have a whole glade of clues, we can gather them like mushrooms. But
where did you pull that pitchfork out from so quickly?
I carry it under my coat sometimes. Helps with posture.
You know what? I'm starting to think that this investigation is unsafe. That
bothers me and disturbs my thinking. Do you know any good way of relieving
stress?
Umm... Fishing?
Fishing then. I'll smoke, we'll take our rods from the trunk, and get going.
Light my cigar from that smoldering leg please - you're closer to it.
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#65: A morbid bait
Oh, my goatlings, you'll pay for general's death.
GHet over here, fish!
Who's making noise? You'll scare the fish away.
Some time later...
You can catch a nice pike with a nipple.
Aha.
Hm. Where did he come from?
*Sigh*
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67
I am done with your shit!
With all due respect, sir, I would ask you to not do my shit.
That's it, I'm done! You are removed from the case! Your badge! Now!
Affirmative, sir.
Ropsenshtils
It's a badge of child autopsists conference's participant. I need your police
badge.
Oh yes, sir, I'm afraid it doesn't exist, sir, because technically I am not a
policeman. And that forces me to ask two important questions, sir...
Who are you and what this hole is?
I ask myself those questions every day.
Bang!
You could slam that door less loudly.
Um...
Maybe we could go somewhere together?
Bang!
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68
By the way, Shiznagsingerzuppe, how did you become an alcoholic?
I'm living with you.
Yes, but why else?
Why do you think there's something else?
Your eyes are telling more than your mouth but they are mumbling and stutering,
so maybe you will shut your eyes and answer with your mouth?
*sigh*
All right, I think it's related to my father.
My last hour is upon me, son.
All your life I was preparing you for this moment, because there is only one
argument to create you society persuaded me with.
When someone asked me "Who will get you a glass of water when you grow old?" It
made me see the light. So I abandoned everything for this glass: my interests,
dreams, ambitions.
And now on the verge of death I'm thirsty as hell and my son is here. What a
wonderful coincidence!
Go now and fulfil your holy mission!
You ham-handed bastard..!
Let down your old man to death, eh? Did your mother perish from the same disease?
Good thing I am immune - I hold you cheap as dirt.
My mom is alive, actually.
And how do you plan to deal with her?
I don't want her to die at all.
Lord, how boring you are.
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69
We need money. For a week at end I eat only mayonaisse, and drink it, and... And
it was the last bottle. We need to solve something ASAP. Weren't we investigating
some case a while ago?
I'm recalling it. The tomato case. I hope it didn't manage to solve itself
somehow already.
We need information and I know where to dig for it.
Hey-ho, Hey-ho! There's a load here.
Didn't I say so? A treasure.
They don't call him Johnny Golden Mine for nothing.
Hey-ho, Johnny.
No, stop, I don't know anything else!
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70
Our source pointed to this guy. He's called Johnny The Onion.
He looks like decent responsive fellow.
But don't let him fool you - he's actually cruel and cynical guy.
Truth be told, though, behind this scary mask he hides gentle and vulnerable
inside.
Which, however, is just a ruse for a real monster.
Although, deep down in his soul flickers the light of good and humanity.
But you better believe it's a cunning facade for a completely deranged bastard.
With a heart of gold.
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71
You two talk and I'll check if we have a tail.
I heard about you. Nice to me...
Oh Lord in Heaven, I will call an ambulance!
The tail is docked.
Why are you lying around?
This... Sick... Jerk... Kicked me... In the balls...
Balls? Yours? Don't be ridiculous. It's probably a blister or alzheimer or ebola,
something like that.
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72
So, Johnny, I need some names.
Olga, Charlie, Gunther.
Who's that?
Dunno. Hever heard of them.
You're up to something, Johnny. Do you know what I do with people who are up to
something? I call them scum and never wish them happy Birthday again.
Because they never get a Birthday again.
They get a Deathday instead.
Because they die.
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73
Believe me, as your friend I want nothing more in this life than to help you and
bang your mom.
How dare you!
I've got no friends!
Here's my mom's number. You give me the list of people connected to the two-
dimensional tomato.
Really? Wow. Usually people react more... Adequate.
Okay, here's the list, there are all who I know about. Now excuse me...
I have a date!
Did you really give him your mother's number?
Of course not. I never had parents. I emerged in the backstreet from the bitter
letdowns, broken hopes, and spoiled yohurt.
Here it is pal. The moment of truth.
My crotch was hurt for nothing.
Your crotch knew what's coming. It's not all bad though. There's one thing which
cheers me up.
Which one?
Hello, is it Ropsenshtils' mom?
Affirmative, initializing "Ropsenshtils' mom" protocol.
Year later.
...All because of that freaking phone call.
Easy, Johnny, don't overdo it with that yohurt.
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