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Out-of-Placers #59 (Patreon)

Published:
2017-10-14 23:05:15
Edited:
2017-10-18 23:06:49
Imported:
2026-06
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The sight of a meth addict is sad thing to behold, but you give your cat a bunch of catnip and it spazzes out you're all "Aw lookit how cute it is!"

Double standards, man

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Mariafluff

I love it, such a great page, made me laugh.

Max Last

Lopin looks worried. I wonder if there is such as thing as clam overdose? Either that or being a scavenger species with a high metabolism and prone to famine periods yinglet breeding is triggered by abundance and Lopin has just realized things are about to get weiiiird and he doesn't know how to explain that.

valsalia

No it is tragic, look into the face of clam addiction!

valsalia

He's just never seen anyone ying out that hard before! Clams in this number are pretty hard to find in daily life.

Ngrasta

The SUFFERING! X3

sim

Love this comic!

Aethel the Unwise

Just noticed that Lopin is wearing trousers, has he always had those? Most yinglets wear skirts or loincloths, pants seem like they would be restrictive and uncomfortable.

Merc Scar

Clam monster. That's just what we need, a cookie monster. but brown and fluffy......and mauling down the clam meats.

valsalia

He just likes him some fancy pants!

Aethel the Unwise

Oh, there's no doubt Lopin is a fancy lad! I was just wondering where he got them. Did he get a new outfit from Ivenmoth? Or did he custom order them from a yinglet tailor? Hmm, I smell a monthly drawing proposal!

Aethel the Unwise

Kass is going to be sooooo sick. Unless she just explodes.

Thorin N. Tatge

That's right, the clam monster is your superior officer. Do not question the experience and acumen of your superiors! She clearly has the best interests of House Ivenmoth in mind.

Teether

wonder what the other servers think over hearing the guttural noises of a hundred squishing clams along with the tiny yinglet squeals of elation. "Yah hear that? Sounds like the kitchens got a scav infestation again....(sniff sniff)...smells like it too. Alright,you know the drill, call in the yinglet control squad"