Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Dirk Daring's Death-Defying Desert Deeds, pt. 7

I'd kind of written myself into a corner when I came to the end of this strip, because, by all rights, Dirk should be very, very dead from exposure. But then, in a flash of poppycock, their dire situation resolved itself in an almost plausible tale of resourcefulness. If Dirk grew a particularily thick beard, and wrapped himself in a parachute, and huddled tightly to a warm-blooded koala, and never moved from his place in front of the guano-fire, the maybe he'd survive a week.

But, you know, not really.

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