Oh Jack, just give it a rest. We all know that you're not really going to tell Tracy what your fiendish, fiendish plan is. By now we all know that something is either going to interrupt you or you're just going to conveniently forget. (And another thing. You don't tell someone, "You're a dead man." You just shoot them. Saying that is just a waste of time and inviting your own demise.) True to form, before Jack utters a single word about this plan that I'm starting to think doesn't even exist, the story switches back to B.O. and Gertie, providing everyone with a nice view of the Kingpin's (well, I guess it's the Kingpin's because it's certainly not Ace's) bloody hand as it hangs at his side, locked in a raccoon trap.
Continuing on with B.O. and Gertie, we find the old girl holding the Kingpin and the rest of the hired goons at gunpoint (which might be a little bit of overkill seeing as how two of them stepped in bear traps and the third is currently gripping his arm in pain over the trap firmly clamped down on his hand. Yeah B.O., she was completely helpless. Need I remind you that she wasn't the one who got himself tied up and stashed in a broom closet before being dumped outside of
Peosta, Iowa? No, I didn't think so.). For the goons, it would appear that their time in this strip is growing short and soon they shall be loaded into the back of a police wagon and hauled away to prison. The only positive thing about this whole situation is that they're already in their jumpsuits, so they won't have to change when they get there. (Well, that and they'll finally receive some medical treatment for those trapped limbs.) With things pretty much under control at B.O. and Gertie's, it's time to go back to the casino, where Jack continues to taunt Tracy with the possibility that he'll finally tell him about his plan, and while it might be possible that he's actually going to say something, I think that it's far more likely that Tracy or his cop friend are about to pump a little lead into our one-eyed friend and put an end to this story so that they can all get paid and move on to the next case.
Oh Jack, just give it a rest. We all know that you're not really going to tell Tracy what your fiendish, fiendish plan is. By now we all know that something is either going to interrupt you or you're just going to conveniently forget. (And another thing. You don't tell someone, "You're a dead man." You just shoot them. Saying that is just a waste of time and inviting your own demise.) True to form, before Jack utters a single word about this plan that I'm starting to think doesn't even exist, the story switches back to B.O. and Gertie, providing everyone with a nice view of the Kingpin's (well, I guess it's the Kingpin's because it's certainly not Ace's) bloody hand as it hangs at his side, locked in a raccoon trap.
Continuing on with B.O. and Gertie, we find the old girl holding the Kingpin and the rest of the hired goons at gunpoint (which might be a little bit of overkill seeing as how two of them stepped in bear traps and the third is currently gripping his arm in pain over the trap firmly clamped down on his hand. Yeah B.O., she was completely helpless. Need I remind you that she wasn't the one who got himself tied up and stashed in a broom closet before being dumped outside of Peosta, Iowa? No, I didn't think so.). For the goons, it would appear that their time in this strip is growing short and soon they shall be loaded into the back of a police wagon and hauled away to prison. The only positive thing about this whole situation is that they're already in their jumpsuits, so they won't have to change when they get there. (Well, that and they'll finally receive some medical treatment for those trapped limbs.) With things pretty much under control at B.O. and Gertie's, it's time to go back to the casino, where Jack continues to taunt Tracy with the possibility that he'll finally tell him about his plan, and while it might be possible that he's actually going to say something, I think that it's far more likely that Tracy or his cop friend are about to pump a little lead into our one-eyed friend and put an end to this story so that they can all get paid and move on to the next case.
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