#722; The Reputation of the Mexican

Comic Transcripts

[[Two aliens with long spiky feathers crowning their bird-style feathered heads address a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back severely, dressed in a long-sleeved dark dress with an apron. She is holding a round serving tray in her right hand, angled against her body, and has her left arm akimbo. She responds to them in a matter-of-fact yet kindly manner.]]
Mexican alien #1: We are ALONE. Refugees on this planet!
Mexican alien #2: Since much of our matter-energy was expended on the journey to earth, and our cruiser’s engines run only on Mexican matter…we are STUCK HERE until we can grow some more mass!
Woman: You know, I know someone you might get along with!

[[Woman at left; Gax, dressed in a suit, at right, with 19th-century industrial-age residential buildings faintly visible in the in background.]]
Woman: Hey Gax, do you know the MEXICANS? Kinda funny-looking alien fellows?
Gax: The Mexicans! Of course! Known throughout the universe for their bravery, loyalty, and work ethic!

[[Woman at left, behind Gax, looks on disapprovingly,eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes fixed on the aliens as she hears his reaction. Gax, just left of center, holding his walking stick in his right hand like Moses’ rod, does not appear any too enthused to see the aliens. On the right, the two aliens, with bodies like plucked uncooked chickens except with armlike appendages instead of wings, ending in two grotesque long curled fingers, stare fixedly up at Gax as he makes his pronouncement. The bulging eyes of one show dismay; the other looks shocked or startled.]]
Gax: Oh, THESE Mexicans.

#722; The Reputation of the Mexican transcribed by in

[[Two aliens with long spiky feathers crowning their bird-style feathered heads address a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back severely, dressed in a long-sleeved dark dress with an apron. She is holding a round serving tray in her right hand, angled against her body, and has her left arm akimbo. She responds to them in a matter-of-fact yet kindly manner.]]
Mexican alien #1: We are ALONE. Refugees on this planet!
Mexican alien #2: Since much of our matter-energy was expended on the journey to earth, and our cruiser's engines run only on Mexican matter...we are STUCK HERE until we can grow some more mass!
Woman: You know, I know someone you might get along with!

[[Woman at left, behind Gax, looks on disapprovingly,eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes fixed on the aliens as she hears his reaction. Gax, just left of center, holding his walking stick in his right hand like Moses' rod, does not appear any too enthused to see the aliens. On the right, the two aliens, with bodies like plucked uncooked chickens except with armlike appendages instead of wings, ending in two grotesque long curled fingers, stare fixedly up at Gax as he makes his pronouncement. The bulging eyes of one show dismay; the other looks shocked or startled.]]
Gax: Oh, THESE Mexicans.

These guys are just a bunch of accountants and cobblers!