In Security by Bea R. for September 30, 2017

“Your mom? Dude, you’re 35 years old!”

“Yup, so it MUST be important!”

Panel #2: At least two spectators in the stands [ Tough to tell for sure on a tiny phone screen ] and sixteen random figures on the field.

Panel #4: Seven slightly less random guys who very much want off the field.

Roy is so happy in Panel #1.

I’ve been enjoying the more leisurely – yet ambitious – pace of this arc thus far, hope it continues to unfold for a good long time.

Looks like the Hubbs doesn’t have too many friends or fans! Is he supposed to be some kind of misunderstood monster, lost in solitude?

The guy that wants to call his mother reminds me of Conan O’Brien.

Aim for his chest! Overbuilding muscle strains the heart, he may not be as unbeatable as it seems, hulk-like guys like him have dropped dead due to their insane weight-lifting weakening their cardiovascular system. Achilles heart!

New friend for Sam it seems.

Hubble is trouble

Out on the killing field.

Injuries double

Huge muscles he doth wield.

Oh no! Not that guy!

Hear my Mommy calling.

Who invited him?

He sends grown men sprawling.

Sexy cheerleader

Her legs go up to there.

Hurt her hubby, Sam

Hubbs better have a care.

I’m intrigued enough to google the “7 Felder” that’s on Mr. Durum’s shirt. I can track it down to either a kind of bread or lottery tickets.

All that needs to happen is to get inside Hubbs’ head and wait for him to screw up.

Hubbs gonna give it to ya, gonna give it to ya

And the Dragoncat Award for Best LOL goes to Adiraiju!

Good one.