With everything pretty much squared away (and in honor Tracy surviving 100 posts), who should show up but local law enforcement. I guess Tracy must have managed to make a call on his wristwatch radio, or those nice people who just came into the casino to use the phone or the bathroom got a little scared after seeing Tracy and Jack fall from the ceiling and decided to call the authorities before jumping into their car and high tailing it out of there. However they found out, the important thing is that they're there, and since they're there, I'd say there's a pretty good chance of Tracy actually being paid for this case. Of course, the really important thing is not that Jack is lying on the floor with one eye open (and since we haven't been told that he was killed, and since he's got that smirk on his face, I'll assume that he's pulling a Yoda and is about to jump up and start flipping around the room, fighting for his life), no the important thing is that with the successful (well, sort of successful) use of TRAZE-R and Buzz, more robots have been given the chance to become policemen. Yup, the first recruit seems to be a cell phone, probably chosen because not only is it capable of making calls, jotting down notes, telling time, and calculating tips, but it can also clip securely and unobtrusively onto a shoulder strap, sitting quietly like a tiny mechanical bird of prey, waiting for the signal to flip open and unleash its tiny wrath on unsuspecting criminals. I do hope that the little guy has its eye on Jack, since as I said before, he's clearly playing possum and who knows what he's got planned. (I mean really, he can't go the jail. Orange jumpsuits have absolutely nothing to do with cards.)
Not quite ready to come along quietly, Jack makes one last attempt at freedom by pulling a gun on what might or might not be Tracy's leg (because it could also be a black hole or shadowy doorway leading to a closet filled with monsters, and well, he just never got over that fear, all right?). Now, I'm not sure just whose gun that's supposed to be. I didn't think that Tracy was close enough, and our buddy the cop should still have his in his hands. That pretty much leaves me to assume that Jack has been packing heat the whole time, and just makes me shake my head and sigh as I say, "Oh, Jack." I mean really, if he had had the gun the whole time, then what was the point of the hand to hand fight he had with Tracy? Why didn't he just pull the gun out, shoot him, and bury him under the casino's new swimming pool? (Right, right, we needed the story to go on a little bit longer. My mistake.) Who knows, maybe that gun is all a ruse. Maybe it isn't even loaded. Maybe it only shoots water, or jelly, or some kind of condiment. Whatever the case, Tracy shouldn't be too worried since Jack doesn't appear to have the steadiest hand in the West, and in light of that fact, I will end with this word of advice: if you like the character of Jack, please enjoy this strip because he might not make it through the next one, unless the focus suddenly switches back to B.O. and Gertie, where we learn that the home invaders have been subdued and the two former criminals have decided to hit the road with the biker gang. (It could happen.)
With everything pretty much squared away (and in honor Tracy surviving 100 posts), who should show up but local law enforcement. I guess Tracy must have managed to make a call on his wristwatch radio, or those nice people who just came into the casino to use the phone or the bathroom got a little scared after seeing Tracy and Jack fall from the ceiling and decided to call the authorities before jumping into their car and high tailing it out of there. However they found out, the important thing is that they're there, and since they're there, I'd say there's a pretty good chance of Tracy actually being paid for this case. Of course, the really important thing is not that Jack is lying on the floor with one eye open (and since we haven't been told that he was killed, and since he's got that smirk on his face, I'll assume that he's pulling a Yoda and is about to jump up and start flipping around the room, fighting for his life), no the important thing is that with the successful (well, sort of successful) use of TRAZE-R and Buzz, more robots have been given the chance to become policemen. Yup, the first recruit seems to be a cell phone, probably chosen because not only is it capable of making calls, jotting down notes, telling time, and calculating tips, but it can also clip securely and unobtrusively onto a shoulder strap, sitting quietly like a tiny mechanical bird of prey, waiting for the signal to flip open and unleash its tiny wrath on unsuspecting criminals. I do hope that the little guy has its eye on Jack, since as I said before, he's clearly playing possum and who knows what he's got planned. (I mean really, he can't go the jail. Orange jumpsuits have absolutely nothing to do with cards.)
Not quite ready to come along quietly, Jack makes one last attempt at freedom by pulling a gun on what might or might not be Tracy's leg (because it could also be a black hole or shadowy doorway leading to a closet filled with monsters, and well, he just never got over that fear, all right?). Now, I'm not sure just whose gun that's supposed to be. I didn't think that Tracy was close enough, and our buddy the cop should still have his in his hands. That pretty much leaves me to assume that Jack has been packing heat the whole time, and just makes me shake my head and sigh as I say, "Oh, Jack." I mean really, if he had had the gun the whole time, then what was the point of the hand to hand fight he had with Tracy? Why didn't he just pull the gun out, shoot him, and bury him under the casino's new swimming pool? (Right, right, we needed the story to go on a little bit longer. My mistake.) Who knows, maybe that gun is all a ruse. Maybe it isn't even loaded. Maybe it only shoots water, or jelly, or some kind of condiment. Whatever the case, Tracy shouldn't be too worried since Jack doesn't appear to have the steadiest hand in the West, and in light of that fact, I will end with this word of advice: if you like the character of Jack, please enjoy this strip because he might not make it through the next one, unless the focus suddenly switches back to B.O. and Gertie, where we learn that the home invaders have been subdued and the two former criminals have decided to hit the road with the biker gang. (It could happen.)
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