Special Report 67 - translated

{A bit of explanation first: Sderot is a city in Israel that's been making magor headlines because due to the fact it's really close to the Gaza strip, it constantly gets missiles shot at it and is a pretty "typical middle eastern city oyu see on the news", whereas Tel Aviv, the city I live in and in which the comic takes place, is pretty safe and lively(thank god)}




Undershirt: Ugh, what a thunderstorm! All the booms kept me up at night.

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Iggy: That's nothing. YOU know nothing is going to happen from the booms. But my brother lives in Sderot, over there it's nonstop!

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Undershirt: WHAT, NOW WE CAN'T COMPLAIN ABOUT THE WEATHER?!?!

Iggy: You can, but you have to feel guilty about it.






This comic was drawn after lightning struck right outside my window in the middle of the night. I couldnt see it because I was in bed, but there was light(which I could se ethrough my eyelids seeing as my eyes were closed), a HUGE popping/cracking sound(it doesn't really sound like a boom up close), the temperature in the room suddenly went up drastically and then dropped back to normal, and my computer turned itself on! Creepy!