This is still one of my favorite individual pages. It can be shared as a self-contained joke even if you haven’t read the rest of the chapter, and the buildup, the punchline, all landed exactly the way I wanted.
We’re all lucky that Sailor Moon came from a process of “author designs gorgeous weapons/tools for the magical girls, toy companies scramble to live up to them,” before the Pretty Cure era of “companies design a toy they can easily make with simple molded plastic, artists use that exact model to draw it into the show.”
And how was everyone else’s day?
Sparrow: I scored this awesome Dalek plushie! It threatens your inferior species when you squeeze it!
Bianca: I won this shiny plastic toy at the Sailor Moon panel! It lights up when you push a button!
Patrick: I got this list of the names of a bunch of impressionable teenagers! It has all their contact information!
Sparrow & Bianca: . . .
Sparrow: Ohhh. You’re Patrick.
Bianca: I feel so much less horrified now.
Patrick: Sorry, I forgot you hadn’t seen this form before . . . Did I say something wrong?
Dalek plushie: EX-TER-MI-NATE!
