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there’s nothing to do in moose paw on a friday night.
<burp>
So? What’re we doin’?
Initiative comes to thems who wait, Ryan.
Stop quoting that damn movie, bro! It’s the funniest movie I’ve ever seen!
story • ian rogers Adapted and illustrated by JP Fallavollita
Clockwork Orange is a book! <burp>
Natalie in Chelmsford’s got some weed---
Nope. I’m not going there for just some shitty Ontario green.
She puts out when she’s had a toke!
aww...SNAP!
i know. I saw her right before I picked you up.
naw, bro...
<fffft>
...we’re gonna go steal a boat.
Pyper Lake always had boats docked…
you know i’m not a good swimmer.
every. body. in.
everybody in... aye, aye, cap’n!
row, droogs,
row!
we should go back, bro. it’s late. it’s dark.
don’t be a nancy. what are you afraid of?
vogo?
I didn’t know anyone who had ever seen Vogo. Sometimes, a tourist passing through Moose Paw would take a picture of something they claimed to be the monster…
It always turned out to be an otter. Or a log.
…a strange ripple in the water on a windless day. A splashing fin. A breaching hump. A long, snake-like neck.
The truth is, if there ever was a Vogo, it was long dead.
There had been no new sightings since the mid 1950s.
Cretaceous period dead.
<fssshhhtttt> <hic> plentiful. How are our stores, Ian?
alex... did you really tap nat?
I just went to check her meter-naw... the ole in-out?
It all happened so fast. I donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t know what it was.
Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;d never seen anything like it.
But it sure as hell wasnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t a log or an otter.
It came towards me.
stared right through me.
And then it disappeared, like it was never even there.
And I could swearâ&#x20AC;Ś.
i could swear...
...i could see the moon...
â&#x20AC;Śright through its body.