Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for November 26, 1989

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Luann! Brad! Luann: Mom, can Brand and I finish off this last piece of cake? Mom: Ok. Brad: I'll cut. Luann: Why do you get to cut? Why can't I cut? Brad: Cuz I'm a foot taller than you. Luann: Gee! Thanks for givin me the tiny piece! Brad: They're exactly the same size, miss picky. Luann: No way!! Yours is at least an inch wider! Brad: Oh, right. An inch. What are you, the human ruler? Luann: Brad, just look! Yours is humongous and mine's microscopic! Brad: I'll get my ruler. Brad: See? Exactly the same: 23/16 inches. Luann: The width, dummy! Measure the width!! Brad: Now look what you made me do, burpbrain! There's icing all over the ruler! Luann: Here. I'll lick it off. Brad: It's my ruler! I'll lick it off. Luann: fine!!! Be even more selfish !! Dad: I feel like confiscating some cake! Want any? Mom: Sure. I'll talk half.