And we are moving on.

Okay, the humor in panel 1 is actually normal for once. Very good. Otherwise, it looks as if Mark is finally back on the meter, which Cherry should be happy about. Mark cites the old phrase “Things that go bump in the night”, though it’s not the apt comparison to the movie he thinks, nor was anybody speaking of such things in panel 1.

It is phrase that, for once, does not go back to Shakespearian England. It refers to things like ghosts and spirits or unexplained noises that bungle around for a bit and disappear. This is not a habit usually assigned to vampires, as they seem to be more graceful, being able to morph into a bat to enter or leave a bedroom. Vampires are not stumblers.

Otherwise, we are left with the odd notion that Bill Ellis thinks Mark is now The Finder, a sleuth of missing people. I wonder what happened to “Mark Trail, Defender of Nature and our natural resources”? I mean, geeze, Bill! Hire a private detective, why don’t you!?

Art Dept. One good thing that leaps out to me is a generally improved level of art, especially in the faces, showing more individual expressions. Rivera is clearly taking more time. But I have to admit, I’ve always been puzzled by the blue bands behind Mark’s head. I’m thinking they represent graying hair, perhaps? Or maybe some kind of unusual haircut style.

Hey! Down in front! Can we just get back to the movie?

Rage lot!? I don’t know that term and haven’t seen it around. So I looked about. There is an AI management tool known as ragebot, but I found nothing specifically for “rage lot.” Perhaps Rivera simply riffed on the pun of rage lot and rage bot.

In any event, this sounds like a silly idea. I read a WebMD article stating that “smash rooms” and “rage rooms” where people go to supposedly work off anger issues only affirm the anger problem, but do not provide alternative solutions or techniques. And people come back for more.

The silliness of Violet’s idea goes beyond a lack of therapeutic support. It could be dangerous, with broken parts flying every which way, to say nothing of possibly dangerous components and chemicals that could accidentally be exposed. Call me a fuddy-duddy, if you wish, but I’d keep the kids at home. Plus, I’d bet that recycling sites would not much care for taking items deliberately smashed.

Say, do you think those three guys are really biological brothers or just “brothers-in-arms”? That idea reminds me of the three brothers in Newhart: “Hi. I’m Larry. This is my brother, Daryl. This is my other brother, Daryl.” A much nicer bunch of guys.