UPDATE: Betty Cooper still insane

I feel this needs no further elaboration

Yes it does.

For one thing, how is Betty breathing? No snorkel, no scuba tank. She’s been waiting in the deep water for hours, fighting off tiger sharks, cutting away at the seaweed, having known since yesterday of Archie’s unassuming revelation during algebra class about getting an inflatable raft and his plans “for getting Roni out to Cuddle Cove.”

Somewhere on the shore, Jughead is coming across Betty’s journal and is decoding its’ cryptic passages with growing alarm.

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No, soon the water will begin to wash away Betty’s makeup and false hair, and we will see her TRUE face.

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It’s just, with the red and black, and the pitchfork-like trident…I’m thinking Satan.

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Hey, kids! Count the fetishes!

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I think an explanation for Veronica’s apparent precognitive abilities is definitely required.

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Why are there so many giant Easter eggs on the beach behind them?

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PaulW – Obviously, Betty doesn’t need to breathe because SHE IS POSEIDON! GOD OF SEAS AND STORMS! And… Poseidon wants to have sex with Archie Andrews for some reason.

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You people are reading too much into this. Betty’s presence below them is a simple coincidence. She just happened to be spear-fishing for the exotic Leno perch that day. Spear-fishing is a very popular activity in Lake Riverdale, what with it being the only home of the Leno perch and all, and there are air tubes located beneath all the buoys for that reason.
Duh.

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The unsung hero of this page is the look of raw murderous determination that she’s got. I’m actually pretty impressed with the degree to which a relatively simplistic facial expression is carrying what is obviously the desire to skin and eat another human being.

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A) What the hell, Archie? That’s a come-on so thinly-veiled they sell in in stores as “Deli Sliced.”

B) Where the hell do you even *get* a real trident? As a weapon they haven’t seen use since what, ancient Rome? Modern fishing versions look nothing like that. She obviously went to a lot of effort to obtain such an iconic tool. I doubt she had one on hand, unless she has some psychological fixation on Poseidon and/or the ocean, and nothing else has hinted at such a fetish. That means she must have planned this exact scenario out, special-ordering the trident months in advance.

The breathing? Eh. She could have hid behind rocks or the buoy, and only been under a few minutes, long enough to assault the raft.

Can you imagine it? You’re bobbing about in your raft, your date suddenly wants to go back… you turn it into a lame attempt to get in her swim suit with words that would later haunt you with their irony… suddenly, fucking *prongs* burst through the floor of the raft. Once, twice, again and again. Veronica’s screaming. You’re screaming. In the effort not to be stabbed, you both flail and capsize the sinking raft….

It’s over in minutes. You wash up on shore half-drowned but unhurt. Veronica’s found further up shore, alive but brutally disfigured. The raft is never found.

Trauma and shock erase Veronica’s memory of the moments leading up to the event. At first the police suspect you, a rape gone wrong, only giving up when there’s no evidence to hold you on. Only two people stayed by your side through the whole ordeal – your good pals Jughead and Betty.

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@Dr. Nic: Could be worse. At least Veronica and Betty know about each other. Archie may be a lout, but at least he’s an honest lout.

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Thank you, Chris.

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