Libby’s Scribb1es

'Sup, Dudes!?

Brian learned how to solve a Rubik's Cube the day before he drew this comic. After doing it once, he proceeded to do it another 28 times that night. He's decided this is some new hobby of his or something, and that's fine and all, but I think it's utterly obnoxious! He never asked me if I wanted to be a puzzle cube nerd, yet he replaced the wheels of my skateboard with them. Plus, he's making me wear a shirt with the thing on it. All of this without consulting me first! It's total bullshit!

Oh, and another thing: Brian has a project he's working on that has a deadline of this coming Sunday, but he's playing with a Rubik's Cube? Pretty irresponsible, if you ask me! (He says that it's a good way for him to take breaks between things, but I think he's just making excuses.)

Anyway, I'm not that mad…I'm just annoyed that he didn't invite me to join him in solving silly puzzle cubes after watching a YouTube video…I'd be really good at it, if I were real, and not fictional. In fact, being fictional could give me an advantage, because I could just say that I'm the best, fastest solver in the universe, and within my universe, that could be 100% true! Still…if Brian actually knew anything about skateboarding, he'd realize that the wheels are better when they're circular, rather than cubical…I'm glad he drew me in a crop top again, though. Neither my tummy nor I could breathe in that getup from last week's comic. Besides, my midriff is my trademark. Without that, can you even tell that I'm Libby? It would be like trying to recognize Siobhán with a shirt on or Colonel Bombshell without camo or a bazooka. It's just ridiculous!

(We won't be reflecting on why I think my trademark as "Libby Sk8er Girl" is a bare midsection and not, y'know, my skateboard or my girlness. After all, I can have multiple trademarks…kinda like Taylor Swift or something!)