|Stop, Drop, And Roll Is For Morons|
|Date Published||Friday February 1st, 2008|
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Black Mage has issues, man.
|Black Mage is complaining to Fighter.|
|Black Mage||I have to say.
The, uh, decor doesn't quite live up to the high-tech image from the legends. It's got all the rustic charm of an old shed in the woods utilized exclusively by drunk hobos who, more often than not, wake up covered in filth that may or may not be their own.
That's the polite way to put it.
The impolite way begins with me uttering a prayer to the unmaker of all things and ends with fire falling out of the sky until this oversized hovel is but a smoking memory.
|Red Mage appears, still on fire.|
|Red Mage||You've got issues, man.|
|Black Mage||First of all, shut the hell up. And second of all, aren't you dead?|
|Red Mage||Nope. I've been casting Life 2 on myself. Or Life 3. Whichever.|
|Black Mage||What I know about white magic could fill a thimble halfway, but I know both of those are out of your league.|
|Red Mage||I know that and you know that, but I don't know that.|
|Black Mage||I wish I could unhear that.|
|Red Mage falls to the floor, seemingly dead, then uses a heal spell on himself.|
|Red Mage||See? No harm done.|