At the exact moment the visibly irritated conductor left the cafe car, Doc Hastings sprung into action. It all happened so fast I couldn't tell see what exactly happened but there was a mighty shout and the car went dark. There was a thud, and a muffled shriek. When the lights came back on, I noticed the rooftop emergency exit hatch slam shut, Doc was back at his seat, and when the conductor returned she breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled discreetly at Doc, who clumsily tried to take a swig of Amtrak Wine through his mask. The perv was mysteriously no longer on board.
This all mostly happened. I'm sorry I haven't been able to make comics on a regular basis lately, Holidaymageddon at TopatoCo has been most of my life lately. Today I fit 32 boxes of T-shirts into Vannah and unloaded it before several of you on the West Coast got out of bed. The next comic will feature something ELSE that really happened.
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