Widdershins by Kate Ashwin for March 01, 2019

Well! If that doesn’t weaken Gluttony, I don’t know what will!

Oh, and people in the last panel . . . this is probably like an air traffic controller using the word, “immediately,” (usually translates as: this is probably too late, but let’s try anyway), but, RUN!!

in—- DI —gessss—tion (if anyone remembers the old ad)

Kudos to the wizard for not abandoning the unconscious guy (I’ve forgotten everyone’s names).

It was a bottle of diet coke and mentos.

Ipecac.

Me thinks everybody just lost their appetite. Crisis averted.

You really don’t want to be in the way of the fallout here. Talk about grossed out!

Wolfe’s missing all the fun.

All that remains now is to offer Gluttony a wafer-thin mint. That might get a little too messy, though.

LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

Edge of my seat again for two days – it looks as though I can relax a bit, now… but knowing Ms Ashwin’s way of story-telling, you can bet your boots it’s not over yet. Edge of seat beckons again…

GOOD LORD!!!!

I appreciate the detail in each one of Gluttony’s mouths. Kudos to Ashwin.

An effective patent herbal digestive aid nostrum.

On the bright side, it’s indigestion… not diarrhea.

But, still… RUUUUNNNNNN!!!

Wolfe might be sore in some strange places when he wakes up—being picked up by his ankles, being dropped, being heaved by a desperate Sidney…