Not even Gandalf shall pass when Meemaw looks out for Pasquale.
Judging by the glances they’re exchanging in the first panel, I’d say something’s brewing between them. And I don’t mean coffee.
Or as Jef Foxworthy put it: “If she ain’t happy, you ain’t happy.”
Rugby has also become like this whereby very few refs seem to want to make decisions of their own accord without consulting the TMO.
It’s interesting that they respect him enough to stop and explain their decision not to take him in, instead of simply zooming past him.
Why even bother with a non-apology? Why not flat-out say something along the lines of: “I would sooner ingest hemlock than demean myself by apologizing to the likes of you!”
That’s the sentiment behind such statements anyway.
Where’s Mick Dundee when you really need him?
Somehow that little detail escaped me. Thanks for the reminder.
Asterix and Obelix don’t stand a chance against this Momma Bear.
I wonder what prompted Stef to lift up the rug in the first place: it seems all to convenient. But then again…much of serialized fiction tends to be based on convenience and coincidence anyway.