So, more of this crap. My God this stuff is boring; it makes me want to smother myself. It looks like I’m not alone; given the crowd that takes up most of panel two, I’m starting to think ol’ Tom Batiuk is starting to bore himself.
Well, at least with today’s episode, we get an actual
instance mention of an act of hazing, though hiding someone’s oxygen bottle seems like it might have fatal consequences. Here, The Odious Dinkle tosses it off as a grim reminder that nothing ever changes, but Becky appears to be chuckling to herself. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do to John. I can hardly wait.
Neither can we, Becky. Neither can we.
I’ve never been to band camp, but it sure looks like everyone has just been milling around aimlessly while The Odious Dinkle blathers away. And now that he and Becky are both leaving, more aimless milling. Aren’t there supposed to be rehearsals and marching routines and things like that? This seems like a waste of time for everyone–which makes it a perfect mirror for Funky Winkerbean.