“Would you mind moving outside? I’m trying to vampirically use the store’s wifi and occupy a table that would otherwise be occupied by customers for hours on end without an actual mug apparent on my table, unlike, say, the one on yours. Respect my righteous indignation! I am a serious businessperson without an office!”
Of course, succeeding at killing lots of people tends to increase the viciousness of treatment, while being an incompetent boob makes one the butt of jokes too.
Sure thing, Joe-Allen. It was a tie, and both won the gold medal, and the Russian guy won the platinum medal in finger skating, and now I’m going to get in my flying car and go to Mars to eat bubblegum pie.
Banana just seems to be a word Lynn made up in an attempt to speak in a “hip” way. Unfortunately, her complete and utter tin ear for slang (cf. any strip involving April and her friends) betrays her once again.
Either that, or she asked her brother for some beat-speak, and he knew she’d use it to do a hatchet-job with his comics alter-ego, so he fed her a particularly preposterous one, not realizing that thirty years later people on comments boards would be analyzing the blasted thing like Talmudic scholars.
Ia! Ia! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Ziggy R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.