Poor Space Victoria. As a killing machine, she’s second to none. As a good friend presented with an overwhelming situation, well… poor kid. There may have been some stress eating in that second panel.
But hey! We may soon find out what kind of humachinal Stephanie is! So may she! And it may not be good news!
Which is why Victoria’s gone in search of help.
Wonder who it’ll be?
I wouldn’t look into it that deeply, Stephanie. Spyware comes standard with everything these days.
If only Space Victoria could keep her from looking into it too deeply. Unfortunately, Stephanie’s not easily distractable in situations like this.
“Oh look, a book of kittens!” just wouldn’t work.
Yeah, you’d need *real* kittens for this doozy.
Now that would definitely distract her!
She is a spy in the house of love…
…what??
Not a spy.
Something far worse.
No, boss…music reference.
Was Not Was, wasn’t it?
Lifted from the Anais Nin novel, if I’m not mistaken.
It was Was (Not Was).
It was so!
I don’t believe you’ll spill the beans until I see it with my own eyes, Charlie. This is not the first time you’ve teased this on, I’m on to you.
If you do though, my mind will be blown. It would be like knowing with certainty if Shane dies at the end.
He-hee!