I think we shall. gayrite_boollings lives to die another day.
Now back to our main event. Just to refresh your memories, here's the story so far:
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| ...and so what was the victim telling you before he was found murdered, castrated, and stuck to the women's room ceiling with gum? | |
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| He was telling me about something he found this morning... | |
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| Odd... I don't remember leaving a bloody horse head in my bed... and I just bought these Calvin Klein sheets... | |
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| Sorry to interrupt, but I'm from the Medical Examiner's office. What should I do with the stuck-up castrato? | |
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| Leave the gum; take the cajones. | |
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| You might as well confess, Horse. We know you did it. | |
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| We found Doritos in the victim's stomach! It's a known fact that you love Doritos! | |
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| So you're saying I forced him to eat my favorite food before I killed him. | |
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| He also had Quaker Oats stuffed up his nose. | |
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| Who doesn't love the smell of oats in the morning? | |
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| Look Horse, we know you were planning to stuff and cook him before eating the corpse. It's a classic cannibalistic homicide. | |
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| How can it be cannibalism? We're not even the same species. | |
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| Besides, I'm on a diet. Apart from the occasional salad, I've only been eating Slimfast milkshakes. | |
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| I thought the whole point of SlimFast was that you can eat whatever you like the rest of the time. | |
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| Do you have any idea how many calories there are in man-flesh? This figure does not maintain itself. | |
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| That sounds like my cue. Now, where's the victim? | |
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| I can't see a thing with the lights out. I'll have to feel my way around. | |
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| That's the table... that's somebody's ass... that's my lunch... | |
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| Aha! Another poor soul is within my grasp! PREPARE TO FEEL THE TOUCH OF DEATH, PUNY MORTAL! | |
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| Why is Death on the floor with his hands down his pants? | |
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[Click to view comic: 'Tag Team Comic Contest - Death Takes A Permanent Vacation.']
[Click to view comic: 'It Does a Body Good']
[Click to view comic: 'Raising the Steaks']
[Click to view comic: 'Inspector Yablonski Hates You']
[Click to view comic: 'Inspector Sensitive']
[Click to view comic: 'TTCC3: Yablonski ate my poodle!']
[Click to view comic: 'TTCC3: Meanwhile, a tender moment....']
[u]Round Three: You're Fuckin' Nicked, Me Old Beauty![/u]
Match 11: Psi-Nate vs. larun Fire7ly
Your mission: Yablonski has asked the remaining suspects to assemble in one room, where he will announce the identity of the perpetrator. Show their conversation as they await his arrival.
Your suspects: captain, russ, jael, horse, and satan
Your rules: Four rules per match this round; and they're stinkers, I'm afraid. On the bright side, it means that the easier rules will be left for the six-rule final. As ever, let me know if there are any repeats.
1. From DexX: One character in the strip/s must have a very annoying or offensive habit, which is obviously deliberate, but which he or she blames on some medical condition. "You spat in my fucking EAR!" "Sorry...uh...I have senile dementia."
2. From boorite: the dialogue must take the form of a pudding recipe.
3. From Kevin Keegans Perm: One of the MALE characters has been caught sleeping with Michael Jackson.
4. And from fuzzyman: a character must speak in a Scottish dialect (use the Scottie translator at www.whoohoo.co.uk, if you like).
Have fun with those.