Nonnymaus vs Loud Music
Nonnymaus is trying to masturbate. The walls are thin in her apartment and so is the ceiling. Her upstairs neighbor's taste in music makes rubbing one off a titanic struggle.
1. Collage one. First panel: she's just starting to feel good. Second panel: Suddenly she hears through the ceiling, Bette Midler singing: "From a Distance" in particular, Nonny loses the mood with the chorus: "God is watching us...God is watching us...God is watching uuus...froooom a distance."
2. Collage two. Nonnymaus tries again...but Paul McCartney at full volume repeating: "Simply...haaave a...wonderful Christmas time" over and over again is giving her a major fucking headache.
3. Collage three. She never even really puts her finger on the button. Who can blame her? "Honkeytonk Ba-donk-a-donk" has got to be one of the worst songs ever recorded!
4. Collage four. First panel: she's like that X Wing pilot making a run on the Death Star: "...almost there...al..mooost there..." Second panel: Mmmm She's just getting happy. Third panel: "Havin' my ba-by...what a love-a-lee way of sayin' how much you love me" (That song will kill anyone's horny urges!) Fourth Panel: "Fuck you, Fox Mulder!"
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