You tell him, Manea.
Seriously? Tea? What a dick.
Sorry today’s comic is late, imaginary readers. I had a minor adventure involving the 1812 Overture, a storm, and controlled explosions. No, that’s not an excuse. You know what, fine. I’m leaving. Let’s just both cool off, okay? Oh don’t go there with me, you–what? Oh you cannot be serious.
*ahem* Sorry. Again.
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