That's right, Ian. Toby doesn't want to talk on the phone. That's why she ran away and tried to hide from you. So she wouldn't have to talk to you on the phone. It had nothing to do with the fact that you got held up at work! Where you get paid! How dare you. Of all the nerve.
I don't know whose side I'm on anymore, but it isn't Ian's, or Toby's, or Mary's. If you need me I'll be at Wilbur's eating ham sandwiches.
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Don't look now, but there's a Sinister Cowboy behind Ian, and finally, things are getting interesting!
"I'm coming over there!" And then what? Is he going to huff and puff and blow the door down? That's not likely as Mary has long since had her door Aldo-proofed. What is likely, though, is that justifiably alarmed, she will call the police, and Ian will wind up getting tased, flopping around on the hallway floor like a big fuzzy green fish.
This whole story line has made my heart and soul as cold and dreary as bowl of soggy Splak. I hope you're happy Hilton Berkes, you homewrecker!
Well, at least Mary can offer Ian clean doorknobs...
Do cell phones make an audible "click" when you hang up? If not, then there should be an app that does that to the other phone, and depending on how hard you press the end call button depends on how loud the click is. Pressing it is a "Click". Hitting it full on almost breaking the screen is a "KABOOM!"
I'd buy that app.
Yeah, way to impress your spouse with how much you respect her you bloated bloviating baboon (my apologies to baboons everywhere). She asks for space and you decide you're not going to give her that space.
Not that I like ANY of the players in this little scenario but his self-centered tantrum is a clear indication of what he REALLY thinks of his bimbo, er... I mean, wife.
--Click!--
I hope that click wasn't Ian getting his rifle ready.
I also hope today isn't the day Mr. Bossman decides to take another look at Charterstone. (That is to say, another look at Toby.) This could all get even more awkward.
We could have door pounding, yelling, cops, tasering, all followed by a restraining order. Pool party, anyone?
Ian must have contracted Elephantigo in his left hand. Remember the A/V's in junior high of unfortunate Africans bit by Elephantigo-virus-carrying mosquitos? The bitten area would swell up 10X normal size.
In this case - yay mosquito! I'm hoping you didn't get some sort of infection from Ian.
I'm also pulling for Toby to dump that bloviating baboon (thanks NotARobot!) Ian and his Astroturf coat. Does he shower in it?
Welcome, Wanders! There are plenty of ham sandwiches in the fridge!
Wow! The commenters are really mean today! I feel bad for Mr. and Mrs. Cameron! I'm sure Mrs. Worth will find a way to bring everyone back together!
Mary's passive-aggressive comment of the day:
"There, there, dear. Just come on over. Don't knock too loudly, though. Toby and I will be at Pax Wellness resort, reviewing past interactions for possible causes. We won't be able to hear you ..."
CLICK!
Ian, just dont touch Mary's doorknob.
You can tell how distraught Ian is by his loosened tie. There's no telling what he'll do when he gets to Mary's apartment!
I picture Mary getting poor Mr. Allora on the phone - "Get here quick and stop this bloviating baboon!"
The key word in today's strip is "delicate", as in a delicate condition.
Ian should divorce her and shack up with that sexy cyclops hiding behind his gargantuan left hand!
Delilah - I think the proper term is elephantiasis, which you may or may not be aware of. It doesn't matter, though; you should still come over to my place and help me clean up the coffee I spewed when I saw your diagnosis of elephantigo!
Seriously, speaking of word choices, the next sentence Mary addresses to Ian should contain one of the following: police, authorities, security, SWAT team, or Allora.
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