Nothing else in the Funkyverse ratchets up the drama and tension like a good old fashioned silent Monday cliffhanger strip does. Where is Bull? The mind simply reels at the potential ramifications of this startling revelation. Is he alive? Is he dead? Is he in the house? Did he leave? And if so, where did he go? The possibilities and ramifications are practically infinite.
And of course by “infinite” I mean two. He’s obviously either watching TV or he’s over at the ol’ ball field, once again reflecting on the moronic life he’ll eventually be forgetting. Sometimes I wonder if a) Bull’s CTE will ever actually manifest itself in any visible way and b) will anyone be able to tell the difference when that happens? I mean it certainly hasn’t seemed to affect his ability to hang around remembering things, as it’s literally all he’s done since his diagnosis.
And I really appreciated the visual imagery today, as I’m sure I’m not the only regular FW reader who always (shudder) wondered what Linda looked like when she was (gak) waking up. Turns out she looks the same, only crabbier. Good to know.
Son of Stuck Funky 
“Hey, I’m starting another prestige arc! C’mon you twitter tots, tweet this one out! C’mon, c’mon…ooo, you stupid tots are too slow! WHERE ARE MY AWARDS?!”
Meanwhile, over in LUANN, Tiffany is using tape to hold up the sign on her door, and in a much neater manner………
Tomorrow’s strip:
“Ever since Bull died and we buried him in the football field, I’ve slept so soundly, Les.”
It honestly would not shock me if Bull somehow died from CTE entirely off-panel. Given the way Batiuk craps all over him, would it shock anyone?
Coming next week: after discovering that Bull has been secretly working out and using steroids at night, Linda is stunned to learn that Bull has signed with the Westview Billygoats of the newly rebooted XFL and will start at OT in the season opener against the Santa Fe Mauve Wave.
Oh… she woke up.
Darn. Way to get a guy’s hopes up, TB.
Yes, Linda, we’re all tossing and turning at night, wondering when the bootleg Captain Marvel DVDs will be available at the local swap meet.
He probably just went to the can.
I don’t know why, but when I saw this serious subject my mind immediately turned to The Kingston Trio – “He never returned, no he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned…”
I knew a guy whose mother had some form of mental illness. In the middle of the night he heard a door slam, but by the time he jumped out of bed she was gone. Two days later he got a call from the police in Washington, D.C., where she was demanding to see President Kennedy. Reagan was president at the time.
“But why is Funky’s mother-in-law moving in with us?”
Whatever horrible thing is about to happen, we can rest assured it’ll be even more boring and stupid than the last boring and stupid thing.
Bull walked out to urge action to stop gun violence.
Or he is going on a shooting spree. He has a lot of scores to settle—especially with Les.
Land sakes, dig those speed lines behind Linda’s head in panel one! Her awakening was so fast that it blasted her mouth-dot to the wrong side of her face…although I hesitate to say “awakening,” because she’s obviously still asleep. Maybe, if only she hadn’t just rolled over and started groping fruitlessly for Bull, Linda would have gone on a fun sleepwalking adventure, trying to find her way into a happier comic strip.
Unbeknownst to Linda, Dinkle is driving Bull over to Cuyahoga Falls to see televangelist Ernest Angley for a cure of Bull’s CTE, like the miraculous cure of Dinkle’s deafness.
There’s another possibility–dead on the terlet.
That would be less boring and awful than what we’ve seen so far this year. That means that it’s probably not going to happen.