Evening, Bedlam Asylum
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Jesus, Doc, you have to let me out of here.
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Look, Robert, you do seem a lot better, but you were abused as a child,
dressed yourself in tin cans, worshipped the devil, and killed three people.
You cut their hearts out and kept them in tin cans as gifts for Satan.
I can't just let you go. Maybe in a year or so.
Good night.
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Well fuck you too doc.
Hey, don't you walk away like that. I want out of this fucking room!
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Psst, Bob
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BOBman, is that you? Thank Go- Ehm... Could you get me out of here now?
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Yeah yeah. That putz Charles called Bob Wayne to ask help getting you out. So here I am.
I'll just remove this window and we can leave.
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Wait... we're on the second floor.
You just had to use the ropes again, didn't you? Shit... let's go.
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#499 "Bedlam, part 14", copyright © M. Stellinga 2010
July 29, 2009, the return
It's been more than two and a half years since the last update. How time flies.
I've been occupied. But, just before Frank, Hank, and Charles's fifth anniversary,
I've finally gotten around to finishing the 'progeny' storyline.
I can't keep the every-other-day schedule going anymore, though, so for now I'm going
for twice a week (wednesdays and saterdays).
December 3, 2006, Some breathing space
Observant readers will have noticed a decrease in the frequency of updates lately.
Or more acurately, a complete failure of updating on my part.
Unfortunately, I've been a bit too busy with other things lately, actually, far too busy.
I managed to find some time to do the comic, but I noticed the quality has been plummeting.
So, instead of doing a lot of bad a comics, I'll try to do a few good ones.
So, I'm sorry for the sporadic updates, but it'll just have to do for now.
