I'm the Decider

It’s Thursday. Does everybody reading this strip finally comprehend that a Hollywood producer wants to option Lisa’s Story? Good.

OK, I was wrong to suggest that there’s no cordless phone in Les’ house. Summer magically produces one from thin air, or perhaps she’s been using it all along to eavesdrop on her father’s personal calls. Summer is as pushy as Les is passive: once again, the little brat brazenly imposes her will on another.