Comic Transcript
JACK: What’s going on, man? I just talked to a weird guy wearing a white shirt, wandering around, taking measurements and asking to see where all our data ports are.
ALAN: Yes, I know.
PAUL: What did Mr. Dreck want? When are we going to get new equipment?
MARTIN: Wait. Did you say white shirt?
JACK: Yeah, white shirt. Black ties.
MARTIN: Ties? What kind of ties? Were they normal ties, or were they thrown over the shoulder?
MARTIN: Were they normal ties, or were they thrown over the shoulder? THEIR SHOULDERS! TIES THROWN OVER THEIR SHOULDERS! CAREFREE, JAUNTY TIES THAT TRUMPET THE HARBINGERS OF DOOM, THE VERY SIGHT OF WHICH CAN DRIVE MEN INTO THE DEPTHS OF MADNESS! THESE ARE THE TIES OF WHICH I SPEAK!
JACK: Maybe.
MARTIN: …and so our department shall be no more.
JOHNNY: Dude. No more Lovecraft for you.
