Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for November 21, 2013
NATE: Francis, make pickles stop staring at me! FRANCIS: But why? What harm is she doing? NATE: She's giving me the creeps, that's what! FRANCIS: How? Define "creeps." NATEL The heebie-jeebies. FRANCIS: You're making no sense. NATE: The willies. FRANCIS: We could be here all day.