No way. A good existential threat tends to keep 'em quiet. Jeez, it's like you've never even molested a kid….

Daryl's the spotter, tracker, and vetter. Aaron is still the face man. Seems like a good team, actually.

Eh, younger kids do that crap. It's about the only way they can socialize with adults. His mom probably let him play doorman for the night.

We're only about 3 weeks away from a scene where Abraham and Rosita look up from their business to see Eugene and Rick, tucked behind some stacked boxes, side-by-side, staring, expressionless….

thayngs…

Glenn: Dale

You're looking at the orientation wrong. It was a ℇ, heralding the arrival of the worst outlaws the Rickabees have faced yet: the Euler's Constant Crew.

This.

Yep, with various generator systems as backup (IIRC).

Carol can work with this.

It's going to turn out that the ZA was triggered by the Dr. Pepper Snapple Group, who were trying to create a bleeding-edge root beer with some stuff that they found in the core of a meteor. Morgan was their CFO, and has quite a story to tell any ol' grand jury he can find.

Brian Eno brought Satie to the masses in the 70s, and Aphex did again in the 90s. Neither was very successful.

I love your WD posts, SDCC. Sometimes I love to hate them, but mostly I just love them.

This is not a hill you should want to die on.

RLM did not invent this critical trope. It was old hat in the English-speaking world by the 1700s, and elsewhere probably much earlier.

Deanna & co. have been explicit to the Ricktopus (Ricktipede?) about wanting experienced defenders. I don't see a secret plot here, though the danger in question may be more imminent than they're letting on.

The horse seemed awfully slow to react. It let itself get surrounded and taken down by a gang of aggressors who, like most walkers at this late stage, possessed all the material strength of wet cardboard.

Seriously. I eagerly await the phallus-spotters' blueprints for a space-conscious, vertically-oriented structure that can house the lives and/or work of thousands, using the same amount of ground space that might otherwise have gone to a parking lot.

Gyms aren't Nielsen homes.

…and humor.