This is as close as UTC will ever get to an “It was all just a dream” ending. That’s not a spoiler, that’s a promise. Okay, it’s also a spoiler. It will never be all just a dream.
The implication in the final panel is that Morty ran away to hide in the fetal position behind those boxes, and when he grew larger, they fell out of the bookshelf. Reading it through again, though, I get this hilarious mental image of Morty, now back to full height, shoving the boxes off the shelf and crawling in there right before making his proclamation.
You see, I had written a panel showing Cynthia swallowing the aspirin, but I wanted to give Flint’s flying panel as much space as possible, so I made a mental note to myself to move the final panel, showing her gulping down the pills, on page CXXVI. At some point that week, I forgot that mental note, and drew the page straight from the script.
Write everything down, is what I’m saying.
Flint’s shrunken form had skewed the mass-to-wingflap-surface-area ratio enough to allow this glorious moment.
And then I went and forgot to show Cynthia actually swallowing the pills he threw at her.
Drawing Cass from so many different angles resulted in a very uneven design for her face. Throughout Phase Two I struggled with exactly how to draw her half-goat muzzle. (I had come to dislike her dogish snout from Phase One.)
The original title of this strip was “That Cat’s a Real Jerk” (Language warning on that link). It would have been a subtle nod to my favorite web series, Video Games Awesome, but instead I went for a reference more people would get. (“Run, Spot, run.”)