I like this one…
Thought I should point out that “sacrifice” is misspelled, though (intentionally?).
The kwalitee goes in before the name goes on.
For a moment there, in panel four, Girl looks happy, almost, caught up in the rhythm and pageantry of another grand dialogue. She doesn’t know where she’s going other than in the depressing statistical sense, and she doesn’t know where she’s been other than in the hazy subjective sense, but at this moment in time she knows what she’s doing: she’s fighting the good fight, locked in mortal combat with existence, nailing her timing and doing the job right. And that endless, grappling struggle is comfortingly familiar to her, a landmark in her meandering life and an old haunt; her hard-earned mastery of it providing her with the sense of continuity and stability that her myopic society has failed to pass on to her; and for just that one second, as Girl and Grrrl stand side by side, finishing each other’s sentences, it feels like that’s enough, to be beside a friend, locked in combat with the old foe, knowing a role and performing it exemplarily, landing what blows can be landed and surviving to fight another day. And Girl smiles, almost.
At least, that’s what I got from Girl’s expression in panel four.
Maybe if we feed enough virgins to the volcano, it will take pity on us and save us from global warming.
I was with a friend on a train in Germany. A couple nearby were having a fairly subdued row, partly in German and partly in English. After a prolonged exchange in German, the man suddenly said, with the air of one who has incontrovertibly won the discussion “well if you’d given me a minute to look at the bloody map…”. My friend and I now use this as a catchphrase when we suddenly find ourselves unexpectedly lost despite map availability. I suspect Girl & Grrl could use something similar.
Also, in answer to the sacrifices question: the smaller ones are worse. They mount up to be the same size as the big one but it’s not acknowledged that you’ve made them.