I had a hard time figuring out how to get the Folklorist to leave the room without anyone noticing that there’s nothing but linear halls and flat suburbs outside this room, so they could easily catch up to him no matter how he escaped. Thankfully, I think I pulled it off.
………d’oh!
Next comic: Chaos in the streets. Storms spontaneously appearing over drought-stricken areas. Bulls sitting peacefully in china shops. EPic mechas rescue kittens out of trees. Billboards advertising IT falling crashing into the street. Miss Hedgey starting a carefree life, her OCD finally gone. Wally the Whale finally getting to eat some ice cream.
What have you done, Mr. Folklorist? What Pandora’s box have you unleashed unto the world?
he obviously went to go thank swafu
It’s been a long time since alt text made me laugh.