Ink Pen - Sunday September 3, 2006 Comic Strip Licensing and Permissions

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Gravestone: Whaddya know, Scarlett? Scarlett Fevre: Ahh, Gravestone, come have a seat next to my fire... Gravestone: Where is it, Lily? Wilting Lily: Lose your brains again, Gravestone? Or something more delicate? Lousy Susan: I ain't sayin' nuthin'. Cuddles Calcutta: Here, boy... Gravestone: Uhhh...sort of scraping the bottom of the femme fatale barrel, aren't we? Hamhock/Sofie Cochon: It's the hair, isn't it? I should have gone with the perm... Ambushed and left for dead, Officer Smitty Wesson now fights crime as the ghoulish gumshoe... The Tripp Topaz had been stolen. I called on the usual suspects. It's the hardest part of my job. First was Scarlett Fevre. One touch from her and you'd burn up. Next was Wilting Lily. She really knew how to take the wind out of a fella's sails. Next I checked on Lousy Susan. If her manners left something to be desired, the rest up her made up the difference. I wasn't quite satisfied, so I went to call on Cuddles Calcutta. Sure, she'd let you get close, but you might never get away again. I was running out of options, but I had one place left to turn...Sofie Cocho. You could sit for a while with her, but you might never get up agai-

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