Grant: At my advanced age? You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Kore: So much for my play for the caddie.
Kore: No complaints about the diamond. I'll try bribing that smuggler again.
Grant: Not until you've done your chores.
Kore: So long as it comes with breakfast how bad can it be?
Angus Greenhorn: I can't sense my nose. Nature is trying to kill me.
Mike the Hat: You must transcend the smell.
Kore: I don't think it smells so bad.
Esmerelda Jones: This is the easy job.
Kore: Would you be interested in a proposition to get us off this rock, Equal-Peasant Jones?
Kore: What? I shouldn't have called you Equal-Peasant?
Esme: There's one problem. The telepath.
Esme: Even if you escaped, it would track you down and transport you back. It knows each one of us inside and out. Nothing escapes its notice.
Kore: He can't know everything.
Esme: You just don't get it, do you? He knows everything you do. He'll mind-rape you for the information he wants.
Message sent...and received. We do subtlety on Eynhallow.
I'll bet this is the only comic you'll ever see where two people are staking a hide. When you make leather, you soak the hides in a tanning agent and they come out wet. After that you let them dry and they come out stiff like a rawhide dog chew. Then you have to bend them back and forth a lot of times in order for them to get soft, usually by scraping across a curved piece of wood*. This is called 'staking'. I haven't yet attempted it on a vampire, but you never know.
