..and you’ve made this personal too, Mr. Thorp. You could have given a rat’s ass about this whole issue until Mr. Hobart talked smack about you on the radio. And how’s that absurd restraining order the pizza flipper no doubt took out on you for barging into his apartment and tackling him last year?
No we’re out of patience, Mr. Thorp. Why’d it take you a whole week of grandstand blathering to get to your point that Hobart is an idiot dick? Sure, the citizens of Milford were too stupid to realize this fact on their own, but couldn’t you have wrapped this up a couple of days ago? And now you’re leaving us with one more horrifying up-nostril view and Manos: The Hands of Fate freak hand shot? I can’t believe I’m beginning to miss the sports “action” in this strip.