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Ray Discovers Little Nephew Friday, November 4, 2005 • read strip Viewing 62 comments:

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alt text: I don't care what you say or who you thought you knew you were - - Ray Smuckles is destroying this car.

I also love this alt text, but I can never remember it accurately.

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more like 8-12

more like 4 times

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Man you really don't need to post this on every strip in this arc, really

3 times. There's a subtle difference in the spacing of Ray's legs between 11 and 12.

Man. Theres more than a spacing difference. Look at him. In 11 knee joint makes an acute angle, in 12 it makes a hell of obtuse angle. Totally different.

Yeah, it's the alt-text that makes it a 5 for me.

The alt text suggests that seeing this cat destroy a car has made us rethink our lives.

Well, hasn't it?

that car is SCREWED

Unscrewed, really.

INTERVENTION!

Ray has got some superstrength

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I think you mean "pro ice." An ice pro is a man such as a Zamboni driver, or someone that carves a big block of ice into a creative shot luge.

Additionally, an ice pro can go pro ice, such as when a server who is assigned to chip blocks of ice with a pick decides to commit murder most foul upon his elderly employer for the cash stuffed in her mattress.

Damn, Ray's all channeling the bonus round from Street Fighter II

https://raysmuckleshondacivic.ytmnd.com/

YOU WIN A MILLION INTERNETS

A WINNER IS YOU

Way to use a shitty recording of the music you JERK

Ray is channeling E.Honda on a Honda Civic.

You can tell by the alacity with which he dismantles it... and nobody dismantles the car faster than E.Honda*.


( * = Chun Li always seemed to slip backwards slightly and needed readjusting, but she was almost as fast. )

Way back in old times my friend and I thought it would be hilarious to write "E." with a sharpe in front of the Honda logos on the cars in our community college parking lot. We were craaaaaazy.

Chubby for you my good man.

Our goal was to get into the college newspaper and see if we were identified as some sort of Street Fighter cult-streetgang. I never saw an article though. Maybe Honda owners were all Killer Instinct fans.

Fail at them.
And fail at Killer Instinct too.
That really was a fighting game for people of low mind.

I can honestly say I would rate almost any of the other fighting games of the era and thereabouts above Killer Instinct.
I mean Capcom had top notch. Street Fighter, Darkstalkers and to some extent Cyberbots (since almost vanished into obscurity) were total win. SNK's King of Fighters, Fatal Fury, Samurai Shodown and later The Last Blade lot were awesome. The Mortal Kombat games had a passable certain something, despite being riddled with more sprite-clones than you could shake a joystick at. Primal Rage was a personal weakness of mine because I always was a dinosaur fan. Clay Fighters was funny, but I never really got into it because it was too bloody silly.

But none of that even could justify Killer Instinct...

I never played Killer Instinct, but I've heard tales of entering a combo and then putting down the controller so as to give the combo time to finish. I was way into King of Fighters (if that's the one I'm thinking of with the monsters, I remember being good at some sort of giant sea amoeba thing) and in arcades Primal Rage was good for showing people who hadn't seen the game how to eat the little people running around.

Killer Instinct definitely was for the frame-counting crowd, let me tell you. You are absolutely right about the combos.

Upside: I can see Fulgore being responsible for this vehicular wreckage just as easily as E.

The car is the orifice that must accomodate the giant phallus of Ray's anger.

Little Nephew's face! So funny

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Man it seems like anytime you try to adjust a camera it ends up pointed at your ding-dong.

Might just be me.

big ol' navel

The Dude Has Got No Mercy

By-hand car demolition... really puts Téodor's parkour in the next strip to shame.

he doesn't stop at ripping the wheels off... he has to rip out the axel as well....Ray Smuckles gets things done...MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

Strongest fictional stuffed cat in history.

The other animals are stuffed, the cats are not.

Ray's thong is not stuff, either. Which is like Johnny Wadd in cat terms.

So does Ray have superhuman strength, or is this another Honda Civic joke?

"Supercatan". Whatever.

Superfeline.

the glare at little nephew in panel 7 before he destroys the car

this strip makes me just a little sad, because i really was getting excited about the car going into the water a little further. i mean i assume LN would have gotten out of the car before drowning, i'm no sadist... i was just really into CSSW05....

I'm going back through the archives, and I'd completely forgotten about this strip. I laughed aloud, and even may have uttered a "what the fuck!" once or twice. Good times.

Ray, all tearin up the 93 Honda Civic. He's doing it 'cause he cold had to re-see it.

Try 1973.

I love the panel 7 glare.

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Oh my goodness that is wonderful.

Is it my imagination, or is LN doing the ears-back thing in panels 10-12?

I once owned a 79 civic that looked alot like that. I never did try to pull the axle out though.

Eighth panel LN's face just seems so... good. And then as he looks on in surprise as Ray dismantles the car he's sitting in.

damn ray you shoulda left the camera on for that stunt

The world wasn't ready to see that. It still isn't.

Ray's freakish strength never fails to astound me and puts the GOF in a terrifying new perspective.

*Guy from Final Fight comes running out*

"OH, MY CAR!"


I think every man secretly wishes he were Ray Smuckles. And/or a cat.

A mother's rage and concern for the life of her cub can induce the strength to lift a car.

An oblivious uncle's shame at being made to look at a Honda Civic for a second time causes a dispersal of whatever brain chemicals imbue some men with the crucial knowledge of how to dismantle a car in moments. This is heritage. This is the bond of family. This is what happens when you tug the wheels of a Honda Civic.

RAY SMUCKLES IS DESTROYING THIS CAR. DEAL WITH IT.