It would seem that Aaron worked all of his pre-Endtown characters into Endtown. Besides Al and Gustine, Indy shows up…completely unrecognizable except for the bear: (http://www.gocomics.com/endtown/2011/09/30#.U6XVfmNBnoE).
If anyone reads the Albert and Free Energy arc, Indy shows up there as well, with the bear closer to the linked version. (Aaron’s site appears to be down at the moment.)
A Whiter Shade of Pale (Endtown version), by Jenner (Reprinted).Based on the original by Procol Harum From May 3, 2013We tore the night with thunder.Made cartwheels of the guard.I was feeling strange elation.The crowd was crying hard.Hot metal in my fingersThe muzzle flame in bloom.When I saw the next Security,Sent another to his doom.And so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.He said there is no reasonFor girls to swing for cake.They were eating milk and cookies,While we were carving steak.And our love of bloody freedomWas exploding ‘cross the town.Ev’ry eye was on a TV screen.And a tear on ev’re frownAnd so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.
mr_sherman Premium Member over 10 years ago
She got his eye.
Ida No over 10 years ago
“Pull my finger?”
Robert Nowall Premium Member over 10 years ago
That’ll teach you a lesson about flirting…
Coyoty Premium Member over 10 years ago
I think she got his nose. Black eyes could mean it’s broken.
CodeMouse92 over 10 years ago
It would seem that Aaron worked all of his pre-Endtown characters into Endtown. Besides Al and Gustine, Indy shows up…completely unrecognizable except for the bear: (http://www.gocomics.com/endtown/2011/09/30#.U6XVfmNBnoE).
If anyone reads the Albert and Free Energy arc, Indy shows up there as well, with the bear closer to the linked version. (Aaron’s site appears to be down at the moment.)
Ida No over 10 years ago
A Whiter Shade of Pale (Endtown version), by Jenner (Reprinted).Based on the original by Procol Harum From May 3, 2013We tore the night with thunder.Made cartwheels of the guard.I was feeling strange elation.The crowd was crying hard.Hot metal in my fingersThe muzzle flame in bloom.When I saw the next Security,Sent another to his doom.And so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.He said there is no reasonFor girls to swing for cake.They were eating milk and cookies,While we were carving steak.And our love of bloody freedomWas exploding ‘cross the town.Ev’ry eye was on a TV screen.And a tear on ev’re frownAnd so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.