24th Mar 2017, 1:47 AM
<<First Latest>>
rate this page: X X X X X
average rating: 5
(4 votes)

Author Comments

Jackarais THE GREAT 24th Mar 2017, 1:47 AM edit delete
view Jackarais's profile
She's heard this all before.

I dunno if anyone else has been keeping count, but

this is the 200th page of Bicycle Boy.

Hella! :D Only several hundred more pages to go!

User Comments

blog comments powered by Disqus

Nama 24th Mar 2017, 5:21 AM edit delete reply
view Nama's profile
Happy 200 :D
Jackarais 25th Mar 2017, 10:30 PM edit delete reply
view Jackarais's profile
Thank you Nama!
xianyu118 24th Mar 2017, 10:42 AM edit delete reply
view xianyu118's profile
Oooh, congrats on page 200!
Lord, the condescension just drips like poisoned honey
Jackarais 25th Mar 2017, 10:31 PM edit delete reply
view Jackarais's profile
Just as expected, ey? X) Thank you!
Syn-Cypher 28th Mar 2017, 10:43 PM edit delete reply
view Syn-Cypher's profile
Woohoo! Happy 200 Jack!
alston123 29th Mar 2017, 7:49 AM edit delete reply
view alston123's profile
Haha! Nice. Noted. Lol! XDXD
Congrats on page 200! ;D

(Sorry I haven't commented in a while. College kept me busy, but I'm all caught up now.)
Greenwood Goat 30th Mar 2017, 5:01 PM edit delete reply
A cup of tea?! Is that supposed to sound "friendly" and "not suspicious"? Does Senator actually talk to people, or just pick lines out of old books?? All in all, I think Solle would be very ill advised to call on her... in fact, Senator might as well just phrase the offer as "Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly" and be done with it. And with that, feel a parody coming on. (DISCLAIMER: The following may not reflect story canon regarding the strategic situation, Senator's character, or the number of syllables in Solle's name, and what it can rhyme with. I plead ignorance. And convenience. Plus I missed out some verses. I plead time pressure. And convenience.)

"Will you walk into my parlour," sent the Senator to Solle,
"I've the prettiest little tea set with the sweetest sugar bowl,
The siting of my parlour is deep within my lair,
And I've many a serious thing to say when you are there."

"Oh, fuck you," said the angry Solle, "come asking this again,
Folk disappear within your lair, don't even leave a stain."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with striving at your goal,
Will you stay here as my honoured guest," sent the Senator to Solle,
"My mattresses are clean and sound, my sheets won't itch your skin,
'Though many never want to leave, I'll gladly fit you in."

"Oh, fuck you," said the angry Solle, "you're messed up in the head,
They never get to leave your place because you make them DEAD!"

Sent persistent Senator to Solle, "Dear Solle, what can I do,
To give co-operation that I've always meant for you?
I have within my basements many a fine device,
You're welcome to go shopping, we can haggle on the price."

"Oh, fuck you," said the angry Solle, "and your devices, see,
I've heard what's in your basements, you ain't using them on me!!"

"Friend leader," sent the Senator, "you're realist and wise,
How flimsy are your gaudy walls, how shootable your guys,
I've a clever battle plan upon my office shelf,
If you don't step in line now, you'll be feeling it yourself."

"Oh fuck YOU, psycho bitch," said Solle, "and ev'rything you say!
I'll shoot your goddamn messenger if you won't keep away!!"

The Senator did forehead pound, and stalked into her den,
She knew she could not take Solle's ground, she didn't have the men,
So she went off to her jail, to the darkest cell she stole,
And beat the inmate senseless while pretending they were Solle.

And now, post-'pocalyptics, who may this story read,
To crazy, dumb and bullshit talk you'd better not give heed,
Unto the bullshit merchant raise your middle finger whole,
And take a tip from this tale of the Senator and Solle.

Jackarais 30th Mar 2017, 5:27 PM edit delete reply
view Jackarais's profile
My gods, what is this a parody of? IT'S ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL. You've flattered me and spoiled me rotten, Greenwood Goat.

It disturbs me how some parts of this poem hit the nail on the head. Others not so much.

In closing, I love you very much, thank you for writing this. :-)
Greenwood Goat 31st Mar 2017, 12:47 AM edit delete reply
Oops... it is of course the classic and much-referenced poem The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt. Anyway: I try; I'm glad you liked it; you're most welcome; and happy 200th strip, Jackarais!