Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for October 16, 2024

P1: Rachel takes the artwork next level with the exquisite attention to detail and the reverse fourth wall intrusion giving snarkers…errrrrr…readers x-ray vision of the pupil’s feet through the cafeteria chair.

P4: (Lucas): “Ever since I stole your lunch between P1 and P3 fool!”

P2 – “Pull up a chair”? They’re sitting on benches…

“Coach Thorp gave us a heads up you were coming. That’s when we beat the crap out of him and put him in the hospital.”

The vape sales just increased 25%. To quote George Yung, the sky’s the limit.

Grumpire asking what we all wanna know (P4).

P-1: We know where Waldo is!

P-2: The class Valedictorian tells Lucas to pull up a chair to a table with benches.

P-3: Lucas checks these losers out and protests.

P-4: We return to Gil’s old room at the hospital.

P1: Lucas had his doubts about the “clothing optional” section the football players were sitting in, but upon further investigation in P2, he’ll have a seat.

Another strip where someone has their arm up in the air. I think Rachel is a Nazi.

wheres torch ?

the little town of milford now has a giant hospital a high school the size of a colledge campus and a helicopter fleet but only one place to eat the bucket

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Haha…someone off panel making a smart-a$$ comment…hope to see a beatdown tomorrow. That would liven this strip up for sure.

“I’m not a charity case. Mr. Vito put me on the payroll and told me to cool it with the butter knives. He said these people here are soft, so i can talk Coach Gil into givin’ me a new car, ‘cause I’m not ridin’ a bus. Lucas don’t ride mass transportation. Everybody knows that. Truth.”"

Can this strip get much worse?

I think people that are charity cases are looking for something more substantial than to be offered a seat. And speaking of seats, grab yourself a seat and read today’s Mopped Up Thorp.

moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/2024/10/16/might-be-worth-it/

Why can’t we have a story about the math or chess club? I’m sick of infantile jocks.