Nurse Molly, organ transplant 24/n

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Subtitle: My Devil in Hell!

Debit: Hey, Vickie! I have a bad feeling about Mr. Roughwallop's appearance.

Vickie: Tell me about it! He's fully armored and armed.

Debit: I cannot help but to remark that this is an ovekill.

Vickie: Well, Roughwallop's men have been unable to stop Molly. So, I guess he's doing the right thing?

Debit: Are you not going to stick around help Molly? Just in case ...

(Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe ......)

Molly: Mr. Roughwallop? Is that you?

Roughwallop: I don't think the annual vaccination drive falls into this week. What the hell is this all about?

Molly: It appears that the annual vaccination week has been pushed up. Nevermind. I do not think you need a vaccination.

Roughwallop: Then why the mayhem? And in my backyard?

Molly: Unfortunately, I cannot tell you the reason behind this mayhem. However, I can tell you that staff from our human resources department are eager to see you.

Roughwallop: I don't get it. I am not in track for a medical career. Why would they want to hire me in the first place?

Molly: Hehe ...... our human resources department does not run quite like the stereotypical human resources.

Roughwallop: I've got nothing against the folks running the city state's hospital. What the hell do they want from me?

Molly: I am sorry, but I cannot tell you what the hell they want from you. There are a few things in life that is best not to know about.

Roughwallop: Violent nurses armed with oversized syringes; my men crushed by the nurses' onslaught; your attempt at dodging my questions with vague answers; this can only mean one thing. You want to take me in for some sort of evil medical experiment!

Molly: Medical experiment? That sort of drudgery belongs to the white coats running the research and development department, but I have nothing to do with these nerds.

Roughwallop: I'm running out of patience. Get the hell out of my turf or else!

(Roughwallop takes out a boombox.)

Molly: Are you going to blast my ears with that boombox?

(Roughwallop inserts banana clips into the boombox and tweaks it around.)

Roughwallop: No. I'll blast your ass instead!

(The boombox abruptly unleashes a stream of high energy beams and a volley of rockets!)

Molly: My Devil in Hell!

(Molly tries her best to dodge the incoming blast.)

(One of the rockets ricochets the left side of her bottom.)

Molly: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

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Left panel:

The figure with a funny-looking headgear is Mr. Roughwallop. His left hand is holding a 'banana clip', something that is commonly found with assault rifles. It appears that he is heavily armored; this echoes the top panel found two previous pages ago in which he was in the process of wearing a body armor.

Top panel:

1. Hmmm ... a boombox? Is Mr. Roughwallop a hipster? Maybe not. This 'boombox' has too many holes reminiscent of the holes found in gun barrels and rocket launchers. Well, there is a hand grip under the bottom of this boombox. Yeah ... there is something weird about this contraption.

2. Drawing fictional weapon is easy. You can just take stuffs like the boombox and make some modifications to weaponize it. Another good starting item would be the mini vacuum cleaner, which kind of looks like a personal blaster from sci-fi shows and comics.

Right panel:

Looks like the appearance of the 'boombox' is making Molly to laugh her ass off. Unfortunately, Molly does not have the benefit of omniscience the creator of this comics has. So, go ahead. Laugh your ass off like there is no tomorrow, Molly.

Bottom panel:

1. Oooooooh ...... Mr. Roughwallop's 'boombox' is making a blast, except it is not going after Molly's eardrums at all. Instead, its blasts are trying to wipe her off this comics. But all of them except one rocket misses her; because Molly is a protagonist, she has the advantage of the 'protagonist's immunity.'

2. But there is one rocket that actually scores a hit. Ouch! But darn ...... it merely ricochets off of her left bum. Either the angle of impact is poor (optimum impact requires that the incoming projectile hit its target perpendicularly as closest as possible) or its warhead is a dud. If it is not a dud, then it appears that her bums are pretty well-rounded (and therefore well-sloped) to shrug off poorly angled projectiles! At any rate, now it is Molly's turn to get a taste of what her fellow nurses just went through in the previous page. I kind of got the ricochet idea after watching videos of 'World of Tanks' computer game, in which poorly angled shots tend to bounce off.

(Ref. A4-063)