The ability to carry on a conversation while running is a reliable indicator of one’s physical fitness. Les, that magnificent bastard, demonstrates his unique gift of maintaining his douchebaggery at full gallop. Replace “Don’t take this the wrong way or anything…” with “I say, old chap…” and there you have it.
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Son of Stuck Funky 
This is about the time I’d be taking that sweat-soaked headband off and stuffing it into Less’ banter-hole.
Does Les ever have a facial expression that doesn’t trigger the primordial must-punch-it response?
They’re exchanging wry banter ABOUT wry banter now? F*ck me. I never saw THAT coming. What’s next, an in-depth discussion regarding the art of smirking?
Does Les ever do anything that doesn’t trigger the primordial must-punch-it response?
Christ, what an asshole. Your banter needs brightening has never been spoken anywhere outside of the Batiuk household.
When you translate it into the more accurate “Hey, acquaintance I barely tolerate! You need to stop making me worry about people who aren’t me!”, you REALLY wanna punch Les.
So Les, whose moroseness is so pervasive that it manifests itself as a sentient cat, thinks Funky’s running banter is too dark. Have I got that right?
I feel like Woody Harrellson in that scene from the series “True Detective” I’m begging for these two to shut up. Let the jogging run be a quiet place of reflection. Reflection on why I’m still reading this damn strip.
Can you imagine if any other mainstream comic, like say Garfield, Beatle Bailey or Blondie, ect. ended almost EVERY. SINGLE. STRIP. with one of their lead characters smirking and cocking their eyebrows, people would definitely notice after awhile and be like, uhhhh this is really weird. But I just figured it out. The smirk and eyebrow raise is Batiuk’s way of flailing his arms pathetically at the readers saying, “I kind of made a punchline, see?? haha This is where you laugh!” It’s literally a pathetic, handrawn version of the “Applause” marquee signs they have in TV studio audiences.
Les can’t handle the fact that Funky’s “running banter” carries “the weight of substantial ideas”? That’s rich.
If Funky had any stones he’d say something like “Hey Les why don’t you tell me aobut how Lisa went blind before she died. I always find that good for a chuckle or two. “
“The ability to carry on a conversation while running is a reliable indicator of one’s physical fitness.”
Exactly. Funky is able to do this, yet he’s depicted as being in terrible physical condition. I guess I’m just a “hidebound literalist” who doesn’t understand “writing.”
Nice title. TFH must be a grognard.
I just love the idea that Les Moore, the guy who’s spent the last seventeen years endlessly re-telling the story of Lisa’s tragic death, is complaining about Funky’s dark and miserable banter. This is the same guy who hosted a New Year’s Eve party and spent the entire time pretending to make out with his dead wife.
And yeah, for a guy in his condition Funky sure does blab a lot while he’s exercising. He never shuts the hell up, in fact. Oral fixation, that’s his problem. That mouth is always moving, whether it’s chewing or aimless pointless babbling.