Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for June 02, 2014
Father: Your timing couldn't have been better, son-- your mother has quite a homecoming feast whipped up. Zonker: Great! Lemme just put my stuff in my room... Father: Oh... uh... I forgot to tell you... Zonker: Hey! Uncle Duke! What's he doing here? Father: Same as usual-- convalescing. He got into some particularly vicious hallucinogens over Thanksgiving. Zonker Oh, wow... What's the prognosis? You got a target? Father: Up and about by Easter. Zonker: Hmm... Duke: No way!