Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for August 10, 2024

now Silver is freaking and imagining that all the cons are talking about HIM…

even at night after lights out, he has those shades on?…

Who is the mustachioed inmate on top bed?

What has Silver done to make inmates suspect he’d blab? It’s not clear

“Dude stop f**ting!”

If you look really close and have a good screen, you can make out a lot of the words. The big white one says “Dude stop farting”.

This whole week of strips really makes the case for the abolishment of the carceral state.

Ok, there’s no question I should get “Guest Writer” status today for that obvious Stop Farting line. Definitely my profound writing style, stolen from my VengyTales!!!!

Poor dude is scared to death. If he wasn’t such a murderous weasel, I might feel sorry for him. The rotten little twerp.

Good morning™, Sleepless Nights !

Where in that place can he go now and stop worrying for one iota that he is only paranoid and that the others could care less about him, but then why the cryptic “advisement” from Double Trouble ?  What has he done, before us having dropped in, mid story it seems, since that bunch was already there ahead of our arrival ?

The accommodations remind me of basic training.

Good morning™, everyone!Besides “Dude, stop farting!,” I see “I want to kill him dead,” “He’s going to ruin it for the rest of us,” and “Get him.” The one on the left seems to have “__ traitor __ rat.”

Hopefully, “Mr. Nitrate” will still be okay when we get back to him or there will be no story.

How many people does he sleep with ? Is jail at the Walton’s house ?

I want to kill him dead” I think is the lowest one, “Get him” to his left. Someone is going to get it. (I should print it out and join the dots. Maybe later…..)

And you are captive, you can’t run away! Scary for sure!

Did I see what I think I saw in one of Nitrate’s balloons?

This does it. Me is quits. A whole week and no clue what on earth going on. No point in wasting me precious time here anymore.

Incarcerated. Agitated.

Silver feels the heat.

When Doubleup gets in your grill

You just may be dead meat.

What was said fills him with dread.

With dread he is now filled.

Tippy-toe on egg shells

Or surely wind up killed.

Okay, again, who is doing the omniscient Twilight Zone-y narrating today (which we observed at greater length back on Monday)?

And now it’s time to break away from this break for a completely different break, all of which we can only hope won’t leave this strip irretrievably broken….

When the voices in your head are actually voices in your head!

“You’re locked in here with ME!”

“Dude, stop farting” is always good advice. More people should hear it.

Moider by beans! Soitenly!

1- NARRATOR: Fear grips Silver when he awakens to what appears at first to be someone silently making their way under his blankets to a private destination that Silver has kept safeguarded – to this point…

2- NARRATOR: Not yet realizing that it is only his drawn-up knees that have alarmed him, Silver fearfully awaits the unknown purpose of the imagined intruder. What might it reveal about Silver’s latent desires? Who knows? Who cares? Sadly, it will be explored at length when YOU, THE READER, least desire it…

Oh. Almost forgot. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!!!

I honestly didn’t think y’all would get what the whispers were lol. I was given no dialog to follow just “whispers”. So blame me.

If I’m interpreting it correctly; Those faded word balloons are the voices of other inmates around him. And that he’s placed in that cell temporarily before he’s placed into his permanent cell which he’ll serve the duration of his sentence. But curious to me is that he’s called Mr. Nitrate, instead just Nitrate.

Snidely Whiplash Jr.??

AH CRUD: UI+I was just getting over a bad knee when, last night, I tripped over the shoes I was about to move and went full body press with a fan. All elbows and knees are AWOL. If they should pass you on the street, strongly suggest they’re needed back in Kansas.

So, Monday afternoon I’m heading down to Wildwood NJ for vacation coming back Friday evening…I THINK I might have internet access while I’m there but not 100% certain…try not to miss me too much

I see one that says “GET HIM!” and another that says “DUDE, STOP FARTING!” That’s what it looked like anyway.

Only way out—-“play sick” and get transferred to a civilian hospital. Even if you have to stick your hand in one of the machine presses