Page 136 — [ Father's Day Tribute ]
Indulge me in a little bit of holiday silliness for this bonus comic. We'll be back to your regularly scheduled screencaps momentarily.
You see, today is Father's Day. And my dad runs a webcomic of his own called Quacked Panes. It's formatted exactly as today's page, except with better photography and a wide, eccentric cast of rubber ducks being clever, sarcastic, and punny.
Unfortunately, it's not a moderately popular webcomic, even though it's been updating twice a week for about three years now. So I humbly request of you: Give his webcomic a visit, read a few pages, surprise him with a sudden influx of site traffic.
Of course, this isn't the only part of my Father's Day plans. (It'd be a rather sad gesture if all I had was this.) I've also sent him a little Father's Day card — courtesy of one of the brony artists who contacted me this past Tuesday — along with some words of appreciation.
Hopefully, between all of this, I'll be able to make up for past Father's Days where all he got was a friendly phone call.
Transcript:Me: This is gonna be great.
Feathermay: You think so?
Me: You know the saying, “The dice are trying to kill me”? While you’re looking at the dice, they make this evil hiss and you run off screaming.
Feathermay: Look, I’m fine doing this little tribute to your dad’s comic, but I think you’ve overlooked a couple of things.
Me: Like what, Feathermay?
Feathermay: For one, you really lack a good camera. You didn’t even shoot right with the one you had, if the framing is any clue. For two, you need more than one actor to set up that joke.
Me: Yeah?
Feathermay: Yet I don’t see any other ponies in your collection.
Me: I’m… working on that. There’s just no substitute for 20 years of collecting.
Feathermay: Hey, you can still get your dad a Father’s Day gift. You know a few brony artists now. Why not get him a present?
Me: Yeah… Maybe that would be better. I’ll look into that.
Feathermay: Also, did you just roll all these terrible numbers? No wonder there’s a saying!