Markesha doesn’t know she’s low on juice. It’s not clear that would stop her, anyway!

Now that might be a little too up close and personal with the Dire Dogs.

Julian, buddy… I don’t think you’re particularly good at this whole “talking down armed, emotionally unstable gang leaders” thing.

Uh-oh.

Go easy on her, they said. It’s her first night, they said! See the double-size version of this page by joining our Patreon community! https://www.patreon.com/posts/xl-patron-comic-153966398?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

The classic “one-bullet-left-non-lethal-head-shot-while-you-have an-exposed-spinal-column” trick shot! See the double-size version of each page when you become a Patreon member: https://www.patreon.com/posts/xl-patron-comic-154626336

Not sure Benny cleared Orson for post-surgical activities involving firearms, cardio, or standing out in a hurricane.

Every now and again, the sun gets to rise, the storm clouds dissipate, and you wake up stuffed onto a couch that’s way too small for you. See 2X versions of each page when you become a member of our Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/posts/xl-patron-comic-156310839?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

It’s not clear that anyone had a good night, and there’s going to be a lot of tangled messes to clean up. ——- We’re nearing the end of Episode 4! Did you know we started this episode FOUR YEARS AGO? Seems slightly excessive. (Click here to read our slightly excessive episode from the start)