Careful, witch. You better hope Tarzan doesn’t put you back into the swamp — head first.
Waits. Waits. I’ll get the popcorn.
All I wanted was breakfast….
That’s a change in panel 3, not so bitchy there. Is it because of the cold?
“Sorry, you can’t hear the story until Monday.”
“And,” Tarzan continued, “leave out the part about how you were born in an isolated log cabin. This strip is canceled in less than a month so we don’t have time for that!”
“It was all Johnson’s fault…”
Tarzan is being a gentleman. He didn’t slap her….. yet.
In that place, Tarzan is her only hope of surviving and yet she slaps him. His response is full of menace and she’d better do what she’s told.
C’mon Tarzan, toss her sorry arse back into that poop-filled cesspool, or at the very least bust out some of her teeth!
Charles said I hope to hell my neck stops growing before we get around other people again.
Mr. Laver is busy trans mutating in P2. His neck is a good ten inches longer.
“Okay. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess…”