“For the record, Line, regardless of who did this, I’m blaming you.”
“…you think they might have whatever that was for sale somewhere?”
Seems that Interrobang and Linework just chose the wrong place to set up a picnic or whatever, since before they could even unpack, they get blinded by a bright golden flash and end up as two blimps of their former selves! No idea what that could’ve been from, though… does anyone else hear the sound of a cider-fueled 16-cylinder boxer engine overhead?