Looking at this page, I realize that Mark has every reason in the world to smack me upside the head with a lead pipe. I've managed to clutter up the landscape of the comic with a mountain reduced to rubble, a palanquin, a dozen small robots, and a cratered landscape that can't be easy to draw.
Quick! Hide the lead pipes!
Aw, it's all part of the job. Although, keep it under your hat, but just between you, me, and John Ashcroft I wouldn't complain if five each of Fabula and Syuzhet suddenly remembered an important dental appointment or something.
Anyway, one thing you can say for the Martians, they know how to travel in style when they want to, don't they? Oh, and a prediction while I'm here: Within the lifetime of pretty much everyone reading this comic, Benjamin's rather strange quibble in the first panel will suddenly make a lot more sense.