Strip 322 -- First Seen: 2009-12-08
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What Comes Next

The war is over, but This Means War has a ways to go. Novo Paolo/Bubbleopolis is still in a nebula/stellar nursery, no one knows what happened to the planet Sharen (center of the Intergalactic Council), and the status of the now-surrendered Invaders is yet to be resolved. What will they do when they learn their homeworld is basically destroyed? Will Alyss and Li be re-united? How about Diana (the real one) and Otto?

These questions will be resolved in the next few weeks, before This Means War part 3 wraps in late May.

After that, I plan to go BACK in time about 400 years, to when Alyss and Li left their home in the Sol System to colonize a new world on the far side of the galaxy. As one might expect, hijinks ensue. New subtitle yet to be determined, start date sometime in around the start of July. Stay tuned!

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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Doris at her station, still looking unhappy.
Doris: I hear you loud and clear, First Officer William Darling of the Alpha Relentless.
Panel 2
Pull back enough you can see the console in front of her. She is reaching towards it with her left hand as she speaks.

Doris: I give you my word, we will honor your order to the fullest extent of our duty.

Panel 3
We see Doris' fingers touching a control icon on her console (sort of an Okudagram/touch-screen deal) marked “End Transmission”

No dialog

Panel 4
Looking past Fiorella at Doris, who is shouting.

Doris: Which is zip, you pompous ass!