Funky’s strange convalescence continues. Sitting around the house bored? Was he not just last week dashing around Montoni’s, twisting Les’ arm to have his party there? And ordering champagne? Or was that another head-trauma induced dream? The punchline makes no sense either: there’s no need to “gnaw a leg off”; in fact, that would make escaping more difficult.
Following this strip is nearly as grueling as actual physical therapy. Ponderous, man…effin’ ponderous.
Son of Stuck Funky 