Bull-y for You

More fond memories of bullying! Bull is almost concilatory compared to yesterday: the fist has been supplanted by a meaty index finger, and rather than make Les bleed, he proposes to “settle things”. Bull should have kept up the violent retoric, as this new approach yields a cooly mocking response from victim Les. Speaking of “cool”, somebody please tell Bull’s friend, Freddie “Boom Boom” Washington, that “burn” was not used in that context in the seventies (except on That 70’s Show).

Bull-o-Knee

Summer’s “rehab” continues: she has graduated from the Barcalounger to an armchair. Although, rather than appearing “ripped“, her knee seems to have atrophied somewhat since the injury. By way of conversation, Summer brings up, in a roundabout way, the torment that her father suffered at the hands of her latter-day coach slash physical therapist, triggering in Bull a sepia-toned flashback. Suddenly mindful that Summer can’t run away with that bum knee, Bull leans in menacingly…

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Stropp Dead

Here’s the strip.

Oh, man. The cancer’s back. In the space of seven panels, The Writer reaches back into FW’s warmly-remembered Act I to bring forward a minor character and then kill him with the Big C. What? You don’t remember “John Stropp”? Maybe you remember him as Coach Jack Stropp. Get it now? But why does Les look so sad? He never played football. I guess Lisa’s experience makes him extra-simpatico towards other victims of the dread disease. Or…could the wheels in Les’ head be starting to turn? Hmmm: Stropp’s Story. Could be a book deal here!

Line 'n' Dine

Makes. No. Sense. The food in the Westview cafeteria is so bad (How bad is it?) that the students are in no hurry to load their trays and eat. In fact, Nerdlinger there in the varsity jacket (didn’t know the Debating Team got varsity jackets) is already retching in disgust. The teachers, though, smile, grab their trays, and muscle the students out of the way in their haste to get to that Meatloaf Surprise.