Adventure. Romance. Mad Science. Think Mary
Shelly run over by Mel Brooks (and a strong dose of the
Marx Brothers). Two volumes, running back to back. Show
'em some love.
I want to say this is Fried Green Tomatoes in
space. But I'm not at all sure these ladies are
lesbians per se. Actually, I'm not at all sure
what these ladies are, besides drifters on the
wind that blows between the stars.
I love this strip. Wear a shower cap when you read this
one kids: it'll keep your brains off the wall when your
skull explodes due to the sudden expansion of your
intellect from just opening the goddamn link