Just like yesterday, Funky actually comes up with some wordplay that’s kind of clever. It reflects on the “doctor” and “snapshot” ideas, and uses them both to play off their varying definitions.
And of course, he has to be excoriated for this offense against the holy wit of Les Moore.
Let’s compare: today, here’s Funky telling a joke, and here’s the reaction he gets.
People so disgusted they have to support their scowls with their hands. I mean, WOW, that’s pretty disgusted, right?
Yesterday, we had something similar. Funky tells a joke–
And gets this reaction for his troubles:
Yeah, Funky’s a jerk. I’m not going to argue that one. Whadaya think I am, stoopid? But let us cut a little closer, let’s move in to this strip’s guts.
Compare the last couple of days’ offerings to a strip of a couple of years ago. Here’s Les offering up his own version of wordplay. He was talking about hauling a typewriter onto Montoni’s roof to write his first failed book. (As if Les Moore is capable of that kind of manual labor–that’s a funny joke right there.)
Have you ever heard anything so utterly childish? Don’t tell me that Funky’s puns from the last couple of days suffer in comparison. Les’ kind of wordplay…that’s the sort of thing a three-year-old would say he’s grown out of. But here it’s presented as the height of hilarity.
Let’s take a closer look at the reaction Les gets. Is he called a jerk, and groaned at?
Oh hell no:
Of course, I’m not sure what can be expected from a strip that has a character who says this, in 2013:
Who then, over the course of a couple of years, matures to the point where he now says this, in 2016:
To quote Jack Nicholson, in Mars Attacks! (1996): “Yikes!”
Given what we have, in a strip like this, it’s apparently perfectly understandable that Les’ “roof draft” joke would get this reaction:
These two people have never heard anything so funny in their entire lives.
In fact, they’re–
Why, they’re almost–wait, what’s this? Oh my God, what the Hell–
“God help us, in the future!” (Criswell)