It’s me, Budget-Rate Tuxedo Mask

I had to sell my hat and I can’t afford roses, but here’s some penny candy I found in the back of my car

DAMMIT. DAMMIT. THIS SEQUENCE OF PANELS PLAYED ME LIKE A FIDDLE. I THOUGHT SHE WAS GOING TO REALIZE HER DESTINY AS A CRAZY CAT LADY AND GIVE THE SPURNED CHOCOLATES TO ARTEMIS INSTEAD, BUT THEN I FLIP THE PAGE, INNOCENT IN MIND AND SPIRIT, AND THERE SHE IS KISSING THIS RANDOM UNCONSCIOUS POLICE OFFICER AS THE CHOCOLATES FALL BY THE WAYSIDE. I HAVE PLAYED THE FOOL

A cat from the moon is screaming at a pen to scan a packet of candy. Time to reorient my sense of absurdity

Artemis: The same company owns the fattening-chocolate shop and the exercise gym? That seems really suspicious to me.

Minako: No, that’s called cornering the market.

Artemis: This is a little too specific to be a coincidence. 

Minako: Welcome to late capitalism

I SPEAK FOR THE TREES FOR THE TREES HAVE NO TONGUES

IF ONLY THIS WHINY TEENAGE GIRL NEXT TO ME WOULD STOP TALKING SO I COULD FOCUS ON FINDING SAILOR V……..