Looks like trouble for Tracy. I don't know how receptive old B.O. is going to be to the, "Gambling is ruining your life and you should stop before you lose everything," speech that he had been all set to give, especially since the lucky son of a gun just hit the jackpot. Could it be that his hat is somehow lucky? Don't let the word get out about this, otherwise people everywhere will be hunting down Zols and slimes for the sole purpose of putting them on their heads, destroying the species and their natural habitats. (Come on people, if you don't stand up for them, who will? Those adventurers, Link and Insert Name Here? Don't even think about it. They're just in it for the jewels and money, and they won't stop slaying until the screen no longer refreshes when they walk away and come back seconds later.) And look, B.O.'s habit of calling Tracy by something other than his name has returned the moment he sees our valiant detective's shadow. (Yeah, I had to look that little bit of information up, but hey, at least he calls him a word that rhymes with his name, so that's kind of clever, right?)
Ah, so B.O. has a plan. (Does it perchance involve steel and mortar and bricks and pie? No, of course not.) Why, I know what his plan is and where he got it from:
Diamonds Are Forever. The old guy must have been watching the movie, saw Q use his electro-magnetic RPM controller, and thought that that would be a great way to make a little money. Of course, he had to go through a testing phase, during which he lost quite a bit of money, prompting Gravel Gertie to give Tracy a call, but now that all the bugs have been worked out, it's nothing but jackpots from here on out. Of course, his plan does have one weakness: casino security. See, B.O., casinos don't like to give out too much money, and when someone keeps winning, the powers that be start to get suspicious. Therefore, I suggest that you either lose a little, or take yourself to another casino, work your magic for a bit, and then move on. But B.O.'s sudden luck isn't the only revelation in this strip. In the final panel we're given our first shadowy view of the next criminal mastermind to cross paths with Tracy. I, for one, can hardly wait to learn his name.
Looks like trouble for Tracy. I don't know how receptive old B.O. is going to be to the, "Gambling is ruining your life and you should stop before you lose everything," speech that he had been all set to give, especially since the lucky son of a gun just hit the jackpot. Could it be that his hat is somehow lucky? Don't let the word get out about this, otherwise people everywhere will be hunting down Zols and slimes for the sole purpose of putting them on their heads, destroying the species and their natural habitats. (Come on people, if you don't stand up for them, who will? Those adventurers, Link and Insert Name Here? Don't even think about it. They're just in it for the jewels and money, and they won't stop slaying until the screen no longer refreshes when they walk away and come back seconds later.) And look, B.O.'s habit of calling Tracy by something other than his name has returned the moment he sees our valiant detective's shadow. (Yeah, I had to look that little bit of information up, but hey, at least he calls him a word that rhymes with his name, so that's kind of clever, right?)
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