After a long absence, our favorite plant kicking developer has come back onto the scene, and just in time. It seems that Shelly might be starting to have second thoughts about what the company is doing to the wetland. There was also the revelation that some underhanded, under the table, deals may have taken place. (I imagine such dealings taking place in the smokey back rooms of bars or clubs, in dimly lit alleys or parking structures, or in vast mansions full of guys in suits packing heat.) Could it be that they've gone too far already and that if they do do the right thing, both Shelly and Peter risk being locked away forever and ever (probably with the villains from Dick Tracy)? Shelly's in trouble then because I doubt that Peter is willing to go away for life just because she's developed a little bit of a crush on a married man (yeah Shelly, remember that, he's married).But wait, is this strip about to get violent? What's Shelly reaching for? Could it possibly be the pistol she's been concealing all this time, tucked into the waistband of her jeans? It doesn't look like it, but from watching television and the movies I know that bulky, rigid things like guns can be easily hidden under skin tight material. Choose your next words carefully, Peter. She might be just reaching for a vase to smash over your head, or she might be reaching for a bullet with your name on it.
(On the plus side, it is good to see that Peter isn't taking out his frustration on the little plant in the background. Perhaps after having to nurse the poor little Pothos from the office back to health, he's learned his lesson.)
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