My prediction for the next Mark Trail plotline: Mark trashes his house in a drunken rage after poachers replace the bottled water in his fridge with moonshine. Although he only has a sip, the destructive powers of alcohol prove cataclysmic as Mark spears a badger with a fork and sits on it like a whoopee cushion. After he sobers up, he realizes he lost his pictures receipt and spends the next two weeks (36 panels) looking for it before the plot can advance.
[looking under seat cushion] "Is it here? Nope." [inside sock drawer] "Is it here? Nope." [under mail] "Is it here? Nope." Tomorrow: Will it be under the rug???
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