The Edge

 

 

Sage

 

 

I don't know. Just wrap her in a blanket and throw her---

 

 

 

 

Um...hello?

Who are you?

I'm the contest winner.

 

 

 

 

What's your name?

 

 

 

 

Sage.

Heh. Parents were hippies, huh?

 

 

Maybe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How do we know you're really the contest winner?

Echo can vouch for me. I'm a friend of hers.

Or so she tells me.

Well, Echo's taking a little nap right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Echo's waking up.

Um...I can...dance like a Muppet.

So if we let you on the Bus, what do you have to offer?

You know, that seems to happen wherever she goes.

Sting chloroformed her and now he's instigating a revolution against her tyrannical rule.

What happened?

Hmm...I always expected one day I'd come across Echo lying on the floor of a bus in a puddle of her own drool....I just didn't think it would be so soon....

And a half.

Fo--- Eighteen.

Exactly how old are you?

That's no good. No one ever really does stuff here, we mostly just say witty things.

He's cute. He'll be sleeping in my bunk.

Clever enough for you, old man.

Can you do that? Are the things you say clever?

 

 

What the...oh, my head......grrr...

Hey, it's you, Sage!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too late! I already got dibs!

Gee, I don't know, let's ask the Magic 8-Ball.

Eh...Is it too late to disqualify my contest entry?