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Also, you may think you know what direction the comments are likely to take when you read the comic of the day, but it is really hard to predict sometimes. Most times, assume puns. Especially NPC, for some reason. But other times? A castle raid might turn into a lesson on the history of barrels.  One of the most politically neutral of TDA’s political strips might turn into one of the most heated conversations about the American political landscape, with three times the comments of the similarly political previous post. I really feel like I learned about barrels this week.

We have two weeks of comments to work through, so let’s get to them, the top comments from December 2nd to 16th. And what a comment to start us off!

LFG 1041
Speedy Marsh
He climbs a wall and scrapes his knee
His dress has got a tear
He waltzes on all those at Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath his wimple
He has curlers in his hair?
I even heard him slinging in the abbey

He’s always late, in chapel
But his penitence ain’t real
He’s always late for everything
Except for baby meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
A Richard’s not an asset to the abbey

I’d like to say a word in his behalf
A Richard makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like a Richard?
How do you catch a (mushroom) cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means a Richard?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
But how do you make him stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep from burning into sand?

Oh, how do you solve a problem like a Richard?
How do you hold a sunbeam in your hand?

When I’m with him I’m confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
He’s as flighty as a feather
He’s a darling! He’s a demon! He’s a lamb!

He’d outpester any pest
Drive a dragon from its nest
He could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
He is gentle! He is wild!
He’s a riddle! He’s a child!
He’s a headache! He’s an angel! He’s a girl!

How do you solve a problem like a Richard?
How do you catch a (mushroom) cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means a Richard?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
But how do you make him stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep from burning into sand?

Oh, how do you solve a problem like a Richard?
How do you hold a sunbeam in your hand?

And I bet most yodelers wish they knew how to climb a brick wall with their bare hands.

Minh Duong
Waldo’s made an appearance, Monkey and Ostrich is making their rounds. Chickens, pigs and religious wingnuts are flocking together nicely. All seems right in the world.
Wait what’s that I see……
Spider-dick, Spider-dick.
Your friendly neighbourhood Spider-dick…
Nah. That’s never going to fly. Wall climb maybe. But never gonna fly.

NPC 26-02
Wouldn’t cremation have been quicker?
Also, wouldn’t this about the time Cale founded Kethenica? I’m not really sure about the timeline but I’m pretty sure they discovered the city less than a year after the group was formed

Could it be a Tap-dancing Tyrannosaurus that clogs the toilet?

Heh…Notan has no tan…

TDA 147
Just try to say that to someone who voted a literal dead ape for being president, while not losing the hopes of humanity entirely.

Luckily Tiny Dick is in our world where pizza exists, otherwise he’d have to travel through a dimensional pizzagate.

I love pizza

LFG 1042
Don’t you mean Ray’d is having nun of that bull?

Whatever you do Richard, don’t do your Princess impersonation next…… 😛

Ray’d may be more ox than bull these days, but that left arm still packs a wall-op.

NPC 26-03

I find myself distracted by the distorted flow of that portcullis and the attitude & fabulous hair on that lead horse. You rock that charge lead horse.

Ivory Bill
Notan: “Gerry isn’t here right now, but Dalton is.”
Clada: “Dalton?”
Dalton: “Hello, I crochet teddy bears and make small collectable feline sculptures.”
Clada: “This really isn’t the time.”
Dalton: “I’ll have you know that-” *gets stabbed*

Looks like they’re in for a heart-to-blade talk.

LFG 1043
Kai Lucien Lowell
Swipe thine infant. Claim the young being belonging to you. Burgle yer bub.

Speedy Marsh
I finally figured out how Ray’d knew where on the wall Richard was, even though there were no windows.
He used dead reckoning.

To arrange a playdate with Charles. They’d get along great together in my bag.

NPC 26-04
It always amuses me that so many fantasy graphics have barrels just laying about. Considering the materials (Iron, very good wood, nails, etc.) used to make said barrel, the skill of a cooper, and the time to properly dry the damned thing the value would be quite high.
So it goes.

Speedy Marsh
They used to use clay pots, which are easier to make, but they kept getting shattered and having their contents stolen, by random adventurers.

Confucius Say
You know, if you outnumber an opposing force by a substantial amount and someone still needs to say “surround them!” instead of that just being the default tactic, you must REALLY be banking on them not having any kind of plan either.

Barrels. The plastic bags of medieval times.

TDA 148
Minh Duong
“You’re Biased!”
Yeah! Well….. Your faulty facsimile of a functioning faculty can’t fathom the fraudulence and folly of the flotsam that founts forth from your farter.
I’d say that “Your messed up brain can’t even recognize the sh1t coming out of your @ss.” but I’m biased towards alliteration.
Better translation: “Your messed up “brain” can’t even recognize the shittiness of what you’re pulling out of your @ss.”

Jakk Frost
Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your Earth here is only MOSTLY round.

It annoys the ever living !@#$ out of me how “biased” has become a catch-all refutement in any argument. It’s not even backed up with a claim of what makes the person biased or even necessarily what their bias actually is. It’s just a blanket “you’re wrong” statement.
Person A: “I like broccoli”
Person B: “You’re biased!!11!!1!1!”
It’s like the person doesn’t have an ounce of intelligence in their head, and think by merely stating that word it solves any and all arguments, and in their favor no less.
It’s become the even dumber version of calling anyone who disagrees with you a troll.

Better to be biased than bi-assed.
Ask assaracus. But he’s probably biased too.

LFG 1044
Who shall win this epic battle? Which one shall prevail? Will it be:
A) Richard
B) Ray’d
C) Nun of the above

i want to see a richard v Ray’d Epic rap battle >.>

He doesn’t want to lose more kin, but his new girlfriend wants to kill his niece. Yeah, Rayd is officially a tool

Cale and the Warlock were never interested in returning
Till they sent an army to kill them
seems these prophecies of hers
are the self fulfilling kind

NPC 26-05
Where else is she going to get a broom to snap in half and stab the enemies?

Galileo Figaro
In the meantime, Notan is raining death and the Pharaoh’s hundred thousand untold plagues upon the raiders, with “Hard Rock Hallelujah” blasting through uninvented speakers and him striking appropriate poses every time an appropriate lyric comes up.
“If only awesomeness of such magnitude could be illustrated and displayed through some kind of light-based, colourful medium!” cried Nolan the Ravager as he fell to Notan’s might.
“Or at the very least through pictures and indicative bubbles of speech!” cried Tyrone the Black as he was toppled by his horse.
“I would settle for some good old scroll and scripture.” said Barry the Hipster, making everybody grunt unanimously at his outdated antics.
“And I would settle for an intact fourth wall”, said Sohmer the Writer, putting the entire charade to rest and ensuring that Notan did not get to bath in the blood of his Gerries and listen to the lamentations of their women as “Hard Rock Hallelujah” blasts through the yet uninvented speakers.
All because of Barry the Hipster.
Goddammit, Barry.

It’s just all this time Clada was hearing the phrase wrong. “Keep your friends close & your enemies closet.” When she said she was never his favorite pupil, it was because of her low marks on colloquial phrases & comprehension. Hey, some people are good with words, others good with brooms & swords.

Who knows what kind of comments we can expect this post to draw. Until we find out, be excellent to each other.

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