This entire strip reads like Tracy is robbing the bank. I mean, I know that you blew the budget on those worthless high-tech gadgets, but that's no reason to throw away a lifetime of honorable public service. There's got to be another way! What about that janitor job? They'll probably take you back if you ask them nicely. (And let's not give up on modeling just yet.)Someone needs to tell Tracy that the finger gun only works if you keep it in your pocket, otherwise, people aren't too scared because the worst you can do is poke them in eye, which, while unpleasant, is rarely fatal. But maybe it isn't a gun after all, maybe this is just a side effect of watching too many martial arts movies. In his deluded state, he probably thinks that he can stop a bullet with two fingers, can apprehend criminals by focusing on pressure points, or generate some sort of power to use against his enemies.
Ah, now things are getting serious. Folks, this is how you deal with a crumbling housing market and bad mortgages. You don't calmly talk to people, figuring out a way to fix things, or just eat the loss and move on. No, you go in with guns blazing because you want that money, and you want it now. The SWAT guy should be careful. He's just about to poke the poor bank guy's eye out (and then what will there be for Tracy to do?).
Finally, in his deluded state, Tracy begins a conversation with a cardboard cutout of a bank guard. He is also carrying a tiny little gun (possibly a derringer), which may or may not contain water, ketchup, jam, or even bullets (you never know. It's possible.). How much farther will Tracy fall before this madness is ended? How many innocents will he take with him? How many karate chops and poked eyes must be endured? (And what's going to happen when the real criminals arrive?)
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