|Order of the Stick comic|
|Date published||24 October 2007|
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Roy bonds with Horace Greenhilt (deceased) on a fishing trip in the afterlife. Granpa learns that he shares more in common with his grandson then his dead-son. Roy learns that time flies when your dead.
- Panel 1, Page 1
Roy and Horace fish from a rowboat in a lake on Mt. Celestia.
Roy: ...So you're saying that the reason I don't have a spiritual copy of the Greenhilt sword here in the Celestial Realm (and you do) is because I still think of it as your sword?
Horace: Exactly. To me, it's my sword, so I have it. To you, it's still my sword—so I still have it.
Horace: You'll understand when you get further up the mountain. Everything 'round these parts is shaped by belief, one way or another.
- Panel 2, Page 1
Roy: And that move you did? Where you killed the cleric in one shot?
Horace: Oh, yeah. Heh. Great feat. Pain in the ass to learn, though.
- Panel 3, Page 1
Horace: When we get back to the house, I'll see what I can do to teach you the basics. You'll have to master it on your own.
Roy: Thanks! That's...thanks, Granpa!
Horace: Don't mention it.
- Panel 4, Page 1
Roy: Hey! Hey, I think I got one!
Horace: Keep a steady hand on it, kid! Don't let it get away.
- Panel 5, Page 1
Roy hauls in a small marlin.
Horace: Ha ha, another nice catch! Good job, Roy!
- Panel 6, Page 1
The fish disappears, "poof!"
- Panel 7, Page 1
Roy: Where'd it go??
Archon: It was summoned to the mortal realm.
Horace: I guess someone's on an underwater adventure.
- Panel 8, Page 1
Horace: Ah well, they don't let you eat them around here anyway.
Horace: This is nice though. The fishing, I mean.
- Panel 9, Page 1
Horace: This is how men are supposed to relate to their offspring.
Roy: By participating in a vaguely sports-related activity in which they can have conversations without looking directly at one another?
- Panel 10, Page 1
Horace: My father took me fishing for the first time when I was a little boy. Your father, though... he never really took to it, gods know I tried.
Horace: Always had his head buried in a book, even on the boat.
Horace: Always telling he how stupid I was. I'll admit, I ain't one for words when action 'll do, but it ain't right for a boy to say that to his old man.
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Roy: I, uh...I never had too much in common with him, either. I don't think I was what he was looking for in a son. I reminded him too much of you, I think.
Roy: Somewhere along the line, I figured if he didn't like you for being a fighter, then maybe being a fighter was something I should consider.
Roy: It can't be all bad if Dad hates it, you know?
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Horace: And you've done a damn fine job of it, son. A single-classed fighter, just like I am.
Horace: I couldn't be more proud of you.
- Panel 3, Page 2
Roy looks happy. Horace neutral, waiting.
- Panel 4, Page 2
Roy: Pretty amazing day, huh?
Horace: How do you figure?
- Panel 5, Page 2
Roy: Well, I fought Xykon, died, was interviewed by a celestial agent, climbed an incredibly tall mountain partway, reunited with Mom—
Roy: —played blocks with my long-dead little brother, met my grandfather for the first time, and now I'm fishing!
Roy: It's like this day will never end!
- Panel 6, Page 2
Roy: I'm almost going to be sorry when Durkon raises me from the dead tomorrow.
Roy's Archon: ...
- Panel 7, Page 2
Horace: Son, is that...
Horace: How long do you think you've been here? In the afterlife?
Roy: I dunno, 12 hours? Maybe 14? Why?
- Panel 8, Page 2
Horace: You've been dead for three and a half months.
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- Panel 10, Page 2
Roy: No, that's not possible. It's the same day as—
Horace: Tell 'im.
Roy's Archon: At the sound of the beep, you will have been on the mountain for 103 days, 8 hours, 17 minutes, and 9 seconds.
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- Panel 12, Page 2
Roy jumps out of the boat.