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(Jon sez:) 
When a mad scientist says you have outlived your usefulness, it's time to get the heck out of Dodge.
We're wishing Mark a happy birthday today. He's just over one Saturnian year old, which makes him a mere pup! |
(Mark sez:) 
Plus my age is now a palindrome, so I guess that's good.
For all of those who were trying to puzzle out how Dryden's neck works, I don't think Panel 3 is going to help you any. Also, the "contract" Haas is alluding to is part of his world conquest scheme. By a) building his robots with stolen components, courtesy of the Mob and his Martian-built autofactory, and b) pouring the bribe money around like it was water, he's infiltrating his robots into every position of power on Venus so that with the flip of a switch THE WORLD WILL BE MINE!!! AH HA HA HA -- er, I mean, the world will be his. Yeah, that. |
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