There can be no greater condemnation of modern BCB writing than this one singular moment. Daisy's lust for Mike-cock has been her defining trait since near day one. Her eternal jealousy toward Lucy and Sandy is just the other side of that same coin. Only through blatant character assassination, unapologetic tell-don't-show, and a supreme contempt for basic storytelling effort could this tumor of a plotpoint be vomited forth. Daisy-of all people in this Godforsaken snide retard infested universe-blows off motherfucking MIKE for the ultra crime of shitting on Lucy, who I must remind you just ripped apart Daisy's perpetually insecure, easily bruised, ever-swelling ass the day before. This is something we are assured Mike has definitely been doing. A lot. To an obnoxious degree, even.
Bull. Fucking. Shit.
Paulo has openly bitched about Lucy more than anyone else at this point. This is literary laziness bordering on retcon. How much of a dyed-in-the-wool, braindead, Stockholm Syndromed fan need a person be to actually swallow this? What kind of a shit writer dumps this abortion onto a page and declares it even remotely passable. Literal years of development, both inside the comic and out, gone up in a flash of narrative convenience
Veronica Vera, you have failed. This chapter is a dumpsterfire even by your own anemic standards. Your human-only comic will crash and burn because you can't even write a compelling drama anymore. BCB is a comic running on nostalgia for better days and those happy memories are running out fast.
Tell Suitcase to get off his ass and into a law firm, because you're going to need that income quicker than you think.