Crude and Feckless — Page 27
This weekly update of the Fetch family domestic drama comes a day late. Sorry about that. I moved into a new house this week. Despite getting internet hooked up on the day of the move, I didn’t get to set up my computer until yesterday. Just as I am about to plug it in, I discover I need a three prong adapter, which due to various other move-in distractions I could not buy until this morning. Yowza. Anyway, ain’t Fetch’s mom great? Such a sweetie.
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PANEL 1
Morrigan adjusts herself in her bed, Tara puts a pillow behind her. Fetch clears the tray of food.
MORRIGAN: Help me sit up, girl. Roll in the TV.
TARA: Here you go.
FETCH: I’ll, uh, get the TV.
PANEL 2
Morrigan points at Fetch, who responds with an attempted joke. Tara watches.
MORRIGAN: Oy! Is that helping? Does it clear your conscience?
After leaving high and dry?
FETCH: Yeah, sure. I’m all wet.
PANEL 3
Morrigan griping. Tara and Fetch stunned.
MORRIGAN: Is that s’posed to be funny? Your jokes won’t save yeh from bein’ a plastic fairy.
TARA: Jeez, ma.
FETCH: Wow.
PANEL 4
Morrigan grinning menacingly.
MORRIGAN: Struck a nerve, aye? You know it’s true.
Out there, pallin’ with humans when yeh should be stealin’ their daughters
or poisonin’ their cows. And that’s just the fae part of yeh. Yer pa was a fine demon. Humans warn’t his bloody friends - they were his bloody slaves!
PANEL 5
Fetch turns to Tara. Morrigan frowns and adjusts herself in bed.
FETCH: Cool, cool. We done here?
TARA: Yeah. See you tomorrow, ma.
MORRIGAN: Grunt. Hand me the remote before yeh go.
Morrigan adjusts herself in her bed, Tara puts a pillow behind her. Fetch clears the tray of food.
MORRIGAN: Help me sit up, girl. Roll in the TV.
TARA: Here you go.
FETCH: I’ll, uh, get the TV.
PANEL 2
Morrigan points at Fetch, who responds with an attempted joke. Tara watches.
MORRIGAN: Oy! Is that helping? Does it clear your conscience?
After leaving high and dry?
FETCH: Yeah, sure. I’m all wet.
PANEL 3
Morrigan griping. Tara and Fetch stunned.
MORRIGAN: Is that s’posed to be funny? Your jokes won’t save yeh from bein’ a plastic fairy.
TARA: Jeez, ma.
FETCH: Wow.
PANEL 4
Morrigan grinning menacingly.
MORRIGAN: Struck a nerve, aye? You know it’s true.
Out there, pallin’ with humans when yeh should be stealin’ their daughters
or poisonin’ their cows. And that’s just the fae part of yeh. Yer pa was a fine demon. Humans warn’t his bloody friends - they were his bloody slaves!
PANEL 5
Fetch turns to Tara. Morrigan frowns and adjusts herself in bed.
FETCH: Cool, cool. We done here?
TARA: Yeah. See you tomorrow, ma.
MORRIGAN: Grunt. Hand me the remote before yeh go.
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