Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for September 11, 2016
Nate: Nobody wants to race me, Spitsy. I'm too fast or 'em. Nate: Hey, how about you? Wanna race to that tree over there? Spitsy: Wurf! Nate: Ready? On your mark...get set... Nate: Go! Nate: ? ? Nate: What gives, Spitsy? When I said go, you were supposed to-- *Zoom!* Nate: Either he has the world's slowest reflexes, or I just got played.