Convention comics! We’re a little late to post, but it’s a twofer!

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STRIP ONE

PANEL ONE: Pete Soloway, Jacob Mercy, and David Chelsea share an exhibitor's table at Stumptown Comics Fest in Portland, Oregon. Pete is off in his own little world, drawing raccoon after raccoon.

CHELSEA: Hey, I'm going to my panel. Can you watch my table?

MERCY: Sure!

PANEL TWO: A fan approaches. Jacob greets him, while Pete draws another raccoon.

FAN: Hello, Mr. Chelsea! I'm

MERCY: I'M DAVID CHELSEA AND THE HOLOCAUST NEVER HAPPENED

PANEL THREE: Chelsea returns from his panel. His side of the table is now on fire. Jacob is gone. Pete looks up from his latest raccoon.

CHELSEA: I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO WATCH MY TABLE

SOLOWAY: We did!

STRIP TWO

PANEL ONE: Pete Soloway is at his desk at Pizza Gun Inc. World Headquarters, talking on the phone to Jacob Mercy, and typing furiously.

SOLOWAY: JACOB

MERCY: Hey Pete, what's up--

SOLOWAY: I was just checking the till and we're short by ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS

PANEL TWO: Pete slams the phone down, cutting Jacob off mid-sentence.

MERCY: Well, did you--

SOLOWAY: NO TIME TO TALK!

PANEL THRE: Pete interrogates some random guy with a car battery.

SOLOWAY: Alright, you dirtbag! Where is the money

GUY: What money

SOLOWAY: THE MONEY YOU STOLE FROM PIZZA GUN

GUY: What's a pizza gun

PANEL FOUR: Deep in the Pizza Gun, Inc. Corporate archives, Pete pores over a bulletin board covered in photos and string—trying to draw connections between various players and elements.

SOLOWAY: Dammit! I'm so close, but this just doesn't add up! I think this might go all the way to the TOP

PANEL FIVE: To cover his tracks, Pete has set the Pizza Gun, Inc. building afire.

SOLOWAY: NO ONE MUST EVER KNOW!

PANEL SIX: As Pete wraps up some final loose ends, Jacob finally tracks him down.

MERCY: Did you count the money we gave to Chelsea?

SOLOWAY: Oh yeah!