Sorry about the delay, my lovelies! There were some technical issues but I believe we're fixed!
So, back to All-Flash Quarterly #3, where a bunch of folks are tricked into meeting at a desolate location:
I'm pretty sure this was a Hitchcock movie, but we'll play along because Adam Addams may be at the root of things. And as we established yesterday, the man has parachuting centaurs, so he's allowed to phone an evil scheme in every now and again.
You'd think I'd say something like "Food just laid out like that after we've clearly been tricked into coming here? Well, LET'S EAT!"
But before I could do that, they actually start eating!
It seems like the only one who has sense here is Dr. Hart:
Yup, Dr. Hart is outta there. And who could blame him? I'd take off like a rocket myself after the first body hit the floor, because I've seen enough movies to know the killer isn't just going to stop at one:
Uh-oh! No cars! What'll we do? Again, we look to Dr. Hart for guidance:
I agree with the man. Just start running, because sitting there waiting to get picked off would be stupid. If any of you all survive the night, just send help in my general direction. I'll be drinking cactus water and fighting wolves for armadillo carcasses.
See you Monday!