Someone is going to be dying soon and I don’t think it’s going to be Tarzan.
I give it about 30 seconds before Tarzan’s knife is plunging, again and again, into Weera’s quivering flesh. Then, as usual, we get the victory cry of the bull ape. (I do kinda like it though.)
Well, Tarzan. You’ve forgotten your trusty ol knife?
Leaves me with the question: where’s the real ruby?
Will Tarzan get the point of Weera’s argument?
BAD move on his part…
Weera is Shakespear?
Tarzan looks merely annoyed in Panel 3; no doubt peeved that our second villain, Kulp, will have the honor of murdering the Bard over the “fake ruby” scam.
Tarzan thinking: Guess this dumbass hasn’t read the title of this comic strip.
And here’s the windup! And the pitch is…
The audacity of hope as they say,
“Is that a knife between my ribs or are you just glad to see me?” ☺
Is that Wild Bill Hickok’s mustache atop Weera’s headpiece, and where did he learn “big” words like “audacity”—-he must have distance learning abilities? Evil People’s Lives DON’T Matter!
I’m still trying to figure out how that net got under Tarzan. It fell from above him.
not that helpless I bet
Weera’s got to get his lunges in. It’s his hour for exercise.
There is many a slip twist the cup and the lip