GOOD. GOT MY FUNGAL FOOT POWDER?

- MY SISTER'S GOT THIS BED LINEN.
- DOES SHE LIVE IN A TRAVEL TAVERN?

- HAVE YOU BEEN SPYING ON US?
- NO.

- I'LL TELL YOU TOMORROW.
- OK. HERE'S...

- YES, I AM.
- I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

IT'S WITTY. NOT LIKE A LOT
OF GRAFFITI YOU SEE THESE DAYS.

WHATEVER. I JUST WOULD LIKE TO GET OUT OF HERE.

(KNOCKING)
COME IN.

A GLITTERING YEAR AHEAD.

A LOT OF BITTERNESS.
YOU END ALMOST EVERY ANECDOTE WITH THE PHRASE,

FIRST, FINE A QUIRE PLACE TO RECLINE -

A GIANT MICROWAVE
AND YOU CAN JUST POP A WITCH IN IT. HORRIFIC!

SORRY. THANK YOU, LOVE. A BIT ODD!

THEN AFTERWARDS YOU CAN TALK
TO LYNN AND ME ABOUT LYNN.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT...

- I'M BATMAN.
- HAAAH!

NOW BOOGER OFF!

I CAN IMAGINE BUCK ROGERS TAKING A DUMP
ON THAT. IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY.