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EDIT 9/23:

Hi, some news, my dad died at home sometime last week. He was an abusive, violent man and my sister and I have been estranged for several years now, but the estate needs to be dealt with. It’s a shambles so it’s going to be a little bit of an ongoing project, I’m definitely not going to be putting my comic on the backburner because of this BUT if things do get slow that’s why. It’s certainly thrown off my schedule this week at least, I’d planned to get one more page done before the convention this weekend. Oh well.

I appreciate the sentiment but please don’t tell me you’re sorry, I just wanted to mention it in case things stay busy here at the start of this whole process. Anyway, in lieu of new content please enjoy this tape from a large collection of homemade recordings of sermons from the church I grew up in. It’s part of a series about the end times, and somehow a moth wing got tangled in the ribbon.

Thanks, see y’all soon.

Transcript:

Ulrich:
(did he hear that just now?)

Toulouse:
Maybe not that weird.
I used to think they were watching me.

Ulrich:
(INSEKT! INSEKTEN!!)
Hm?
(back through the door down the stairs out into the rain)
(oh, the rain – on the glass, is louder in here)

Toulouse:
The moths. I always felt like they were watching, with the eyes on their wings.

Ulrich:
(unacceptable screed)

Toulouse:
We even call our church “The Watching Wing,” I can’t remember if anyone said it today.
But I don’t think they’re judging us, they’re scared.
They’re always looking for threats, you know?

Ulrich:
(DURCHBRENNEN MIT MIR)
(where is this COMING from??)

Toulouse:
A whole identity made of paranoia, built right into the body.

Ulrich:
(GET HOLD OF YOURSELF.)
That sounds exhausting.

Toulouse:
You would know, huh?

Ulrich:
What do you mean?

Toulouse:
You know what I mean.

Ulrich:
(he’s. said this before.)
(he is repeating himself.)
(what is HAPPENING)
(meine schulter schmerzt)
(hey also what if something bad happens to agatha i just think we shouldn’t have left her alone)
(I bet his hair is VERY soft 🙂 )

Toulouse:
There’s room, here.

Ulrich:
(don’t you dare)
Ach, I think I’ll stand, if it’s all the same.

Toulouse:
It isn’t.