So now the Knocker is channeling Doyle Dane, ie throwing around stinky old, “professional” aphorisms in an attempt to advertise his career path to his peers. Great. The legal profession in itself is not inherently douchey, but a douchey teen aspiring to a legal career and exhibiting self-aggrandizing douche behavior when not yet out of high school is not helping matters.
So Mr. Jarbo is clueless about the accident? This is shaping up to be a typical lazily constructed backdrop for whatever the “theme” of this will be.
Ah, yes, the famous bird’s eye view of Marty’s crate, the panel that establishes Marty’s inclusion in objective reality…
Ah, yes, Big Bob Stuff, a nickname that sounds even more ridiculous when it’s repeated by anonycatcher…seriously, who is that freckled guy? Do we know him from other plots? He has freckles and he’s apparently seen, and been impressed by, Big Bob’s stuff, er Big Bob Stuff.
Down go the hapless Jeffs, quivering in fear of BIG BOB STUFF!
So the dugout chatter reiterates the focus of this plot so far: Nobody knows about the Chaldeans and the Knocker is running his mouth about “the case”.
Does anybody even know if Joe stocks Nutboys at the SpeedCo?



























