Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for April 26, 1998

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Biff: G'day mates! Chip: Friends, we're here in suburbia to hunt for..the teenager in her natural habitat! Biff: Her scientific name is "Bleached Blondious Self-Absorbia"! Chip: E-gads, Biff! There she is!! Biff: What on Earth is she doing, chip? Chip: It's a bizarre grooming ritual, Biff! It's called "applying makeup"! Biff: Now she's looking in a mirror... Chip: That's typical of the species, Biff! She never tires of gazing adoringly at her own reflection! Biff:Why is she all alone, Chip? Don't teenagers travel in packs? Chip: Not this teen, Biff! She's an an outcast, rejected by her peers! She's what we in the safari biz refer to as ...a "Loser!" Biff: Careful with that dart gun! Chip: I hear you, my friend! There are few things more terrifying than an angry teenager! Biff: A direct hit! But oh, no! Chip: The sedative isn't working! She's going to charge! Run!