I think Dale should replace Lorna’s sword with a whistle and make the cover C&F’s home page picture.
BTW, I had to pose for hours hanging from that rope while the stupid artist painted. The ape-keeper ran out of bananas, the men in the background kept making sexist remarks, and the leopard skin itched. I think it came out quite nicely, considering.
Susan
Don’t mess with Reagan! 
Wow Susan. You look sharp in that leopard skin. Was it hard not to step on the little dudes?
After some of the cracks they made about me not being a real blonde, I didn’t have any trouble stepping on them at all.
Susan
This may be my favorite thread ever.
Yeah! It leaves me feeling amused and bemused at the same time!
not anymore, i have joined..
We can’t afford comics in the UK, and have to amuse ourselves with the real thing.
I like Lorna.
How does she feel about you?
I don’t know. I could never bring myself to actually speak to her. I’m too shy. 
But I worship the blades of jungle-grass she bends with the tread of her slender, graceful feet…
“Reagan’s Raiders”??? . . . . . You’ve got to be kidding me. :roll:
Will O’Ban
Well. I see our Lorna, a woman of no small ability, has, like unto a crab, regenerated a new right hand. And not a minute too soon, 'cause she’s in a lot more than “double danger!” The gorilla/significant other seems to be contemplating domestic violence, so there’s the gorilla’s impending fist; that absurd knife, pointed at her thigh; the lion, who looks a bit peckish and is eying her calf with no good intent; and the elephant, arrested in mid-stampede. But before any of that happens, she might simply suffocate in the barrage of quotation marks and exclamation points.
He’d have us believe it’s that wholesome, fully- albeit scantily-clad creature with the neatly marcelled hair, approved (as Emm perspicaciously pointed out) by the comics code, of whom he speaks. (Her pouty expression and hip-shot stance seem to be saying, “Oooh! I just can’t do a thing with this silly old rope. Would one of you big, strong men pleeeease coil this up for me?”) Unfortunately for you, Bloo mo chairaid, I didn’t just fall off a watermelon truck from Immokalee, so I’m hip to this little bit of misdirection. Oh, he likes Lorna, all right… but it’s this one:
Most emphatically not approved by this, or any other, Comics Code.
now this lorna is much more like it…
Scottie…so what are you trying to do? Incite Bloom and Amar into some kind of rutting stag face-off? And do you think either one of them can get past the streaky-faced guy behind your Lorna, who’s evidently not too happy about the come hither look she’s carelessly tossing about?
Yes. Scottie’s the name, male exploitation’s the game. Wanna start a pool on the winner? I find myself not in funds right now, so you’ll have to cover the bets. If you don’t mind.
$10 on Bloom! That’s US dollars, btw 
Good choice, Izz. Amar is young and idealistic, and faces the problem of reconciling this situation with his Hippocratic oath. Bloo, on the other hand, won’t hesitate to fight dirty.