Wild Children back

“We’re in a two-dimensional sequential reality.”
“Inside a comic book.”
“We’re also outside. You see, we sent our agents out there.”
“Gentlemen? Can you please strip the colour from Lotte? Just temporarily? Careful, please.”

Sure enough, in the very next panel, the colourist mutes the man’s suit. Lotte’s quite startled, believe me.

A team of super-smart school children in search of a higher education rise up with one voice and spike the staff’s coffee machine with acid. They have guns, great big guns and a bomb. Although they’re the first to confess they’re not real, no one seems to believe them. Not the cowering teachers, nor the SWAT team assembled outside, glued to the live feed they’re generating. Bored with a sanitised curriculum designed to sedate, it’s time to teach everyone a lesson.

This is so eminently quotable I’m surprised I’m resisting the temptation. Won’t last long, believe me. With plenty of fourth-wall wiggling, it references Georges Bataille, THE INVISIBLES and Mark Twain (“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education”) plus Kot has most certainly read Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell’s A DISEASE OF LANGUAGE. It’s like Joshua Middleton drawing Lindsay Anderson’s ‘If…’ spliced with Hickman’s NIGHTLY NEWS right down to the winking side-bars asterisked outside the panels:

“We thought about doing these for every page, but I’m on a deadline here so you’re getting calculated honesty instead. Fits the story better anyway.”

Please pay attention, class. These kids have some important ethical questions for you.

“Is this fair trade cocaine?”