Strip #76

Meg: You know, sometimes I think my relationship with Michael has been a kind of farce. – Bob: Listen, don’t think about it. Let me offer you another beer and then have a sleep on it. – Bob: hehehehe…. and soo I shaiiid… there are more chances to find life on Mars than neurons in your brain…hehehe – Meg: Boatswain! Fusiliers on the tops. Run out the starboard battery. I want to blow away that damned galleon. – Bob: Action stations!