This year my sister and I went skiing for the first time, accompanied by my vastly more experienced brother and father. I could probably write a whole series of comics about my misadventures that day (like, say, the fact that I learned just how many weird positions I could twist my legs into without breaking them). Maybe I will sometime.
Anyway, despite what this comic may suggest, my sister did much better than I did. I’m pretty sure that at no point did she speed down the hill out of control, screaming like a lunatic. However the depicted conversation, while not word-for-word, really happened. Because my brother and I are either really genre-savvy or really paranoid.
Or both.
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