Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for November 27, 2022
Transcript:
Man: This here's a right-fine office, Mr. Fritz! Fritz: Carny Sam, meet my co-worker, Bixby! Bixby: Listen, hayseed, I'm not charmed by your earthy patois or your cigarette-based economy! I know you're just a low-level grifter here to hustle us out of our valuables, so take it somewhere else, Roscoe! Man; How many cigrits fer the talkin' varmint? Fritz: Mmm... three. Bixby: This is what I mean!!
saywhatwhat about 2 years ago
I worked for a carnival one summer; don’t remember anyone talking about “cigrits” though.
fuzzbucket Premium Member about 2 years ago
Two if you take him now.
knight1192a about 2 years ago
He doesn’t want any valueables, just Bixby.
willie_mctell about 2 years ago
Hmm…work furlough?