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"Get Fuzzy."
"By Darby Conley."
"That's not funny."
"Bucku, we're home. We got food."
"I got jerky bits!"
"Hey! Let go! My dinner's in there too! HEY!"
"RWOR! FT!"
"You can't stop him. You can only hope to contain him."
"My... my jerky bits...."
I’ve long pictured a Mad Magazine-style “Scenes We’d Like to See” that would illustrate what could happen if Rob had a more realistic amount of patience. In a single panel, here’s Bucky in the foreground, flying through the air with legs akimbo and mouth agape; in back of him is Rob, who’d just literally kicked Bucky out his front door, with one foot still in the up position and wearing an enough-is-enough expression on his face; and off to one side is Satchel, striking a triumphant “yay!” pose.