BS. The federal government isn’t getting my money. CEO’s and the rest of the 1% are getting it all.
Ok, I loved the story and enjoy the comic. And I understand that something clever and important occurred. But it was too subtle for me to catch. And it seems like others may have had the same problem. What did I miss?
Wait, I don’t get it. How does the ability to convert lactic acid to alcohol postpone the need to breath? I mean, I’ve been known to ingest alcohol and it’s never helped me go without breathing.
Very nice, indeed.
And lo, a sidekick is born. Or would she be a henchman? She’s too old to be a moll, even though the professor is ancient.
Can’t get much realer than pie, me oh my.
Doesn’t Australia have any of its own fast food dives? I mean, the Down Under Touch is one of the reasons I read this comic, because it’s NOT American and full of Americanisms.
Looks like Jeeves is in the clear.
Well, as far as I can tell there’s only like about a dozen folks in Moo. Two, with a special vulture, seems sufficient for a raiding party. They were going to hit and run, not take the place over.