Call the butcher.
You can’t spell analyst without spelling anal…and I don’t have a crack about plumbers…
Call a doctor. It’ a case of swine flu-sh.
The whole world is going down with you Pig.
The therapist would be cheaper!
I have noted that when Microsoft’s operating system got really slow, they changed the icon from the hourglass to the blue swirley flush, to remind you that your life is going down the drain while you’re waiting.
It’s not just your life, Pig. It’s the whole country.
Call an attorney & comic strip author.
Call both. Your plumber is going to need a therapist after he clears THAT clog.
it’s all just a swirling transparent illusion…
see this http://www.gocomics.com/lil-abner?ct=v&cti=2181909
Okay, careful reading is required. No need to explain what I read in my first casual glance at the first panel.
I am wishing that Rat will jump in too.
He didn’t have a figure-skating coach on standby?
Poor, poor, Pig
Suicide by toilet is less messy than most other ways.
It actually looks like fun, for a few seconds.
Pig has gone on to the Great Fatberg.
This looks like a job for the Ty-D-Bol Man!
Call a hydrodynamicist.
All of the above (what commenters have suggested)
Isn’t pig suppose to say “Goodbye cruel world.”
Better call both and fast.
Just get a plunger; maybe he’s a stuck pig!
therapist The Rapist Hmmm, like the first episode of Black Mirror.
I remember Calvin doing that, more than once. Here he claims he’s taken a bath. https://rangerwinslow.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/media_httpcdnsvcsc2uc_roasi-scaled1000.jpg
Call neither. Pig’s gone. It’s over, Rat. You’ll have to look for another gig now.
Thanks a heap, Cartoon-Boy….
In England, they call the privy “the loo” as “in loo of humor”