Chapter 3 | Page 82
DONG? No, not THAT dong! This is the kind that follows DING!
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DONG? No, not THAT dong! This is the kind that follows DING!
DONG? No, not THAT dong! This is the kind that follows DING!
Iron saucepan and stone axe? The plot thickens.
… and a reasonable haircut!
And he shaved
Presumably, the sauce would also thicken.
Now that you mention it, it does appear he’s been using hair gel as well.
Hmmmm…a saucepan…and a hairdresser at work….clearly there is only one possible logical conclusion from that evidence: There are Frenchmen about! Perhaps even a veritable “army” of them! 😮
Of course, how could that be possible? This is deep underground, a time capsule untouched since times prehistoric, is it not?! If only there were some sort of “Prologue” that might elucidate this confounding mystery! Alas, such a wondrous thing is nowhere to be found. 🙁
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And well worth it indeed! Lest the true snarkiness of my comment remain forever undiscovered, as that would surely be a tragedy for all concerned! 🙂
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Thanks for the endorsement, Wintermute!
Looks like he’s ringing the dinner bell. So who’s on the menu – Philo or the giant lizard?
I’m guessing the dino is his pet, and that’s the “come home” signal.
That’s an adorable idea! Why didn’t I think of that?
HA! Called it! Plumber boy! I’ll admit I was being sarcastic when I said it on the last page, but i still claim “Called it”
Plumber? Tisk tisk. I’ll have you know he’s a Caveman Saucier! (note the saucepan).
Not until he pulls up his pants a bit… restaurants have dress codes after all. And really, i think number 6’s comments have been more saucy than snarky as of late. Especially on this page.
I admire that he was going to defend himself in a spearated manner, but I feel like we’ve learned something important about Philo — banging on in loud and annoying fashion drives him up the wall … little wonder he and Alice get along so well!
Chortle 😉
That’s clever.
How’d they get an iron saucepan?