Astute readers will recognize the pale woman in black vinyl there as Dr. Mercury, a creation of my wife, J.R. Blackwell. While Comrade Cockroach is but one of Dr. Mercury’s many consorts, the two of them are just damaged enough in the right ways to make such a relationship worth documenting. J.R. has graciously allowed me to do so here.

How canonical this story is the Dr. Mercury mythos? Completely and totally, except the parts where it isn’t at all.