The coffee klastch continues. Becky, in a roundabout way, extends to Wally an invitation to Westview’s spring concert. Maybe she’ll let him sit in on trombone. Buddy seems riled up at Becky’s question in panel 2. No need for alarm, though: Wally in panel 3 looks positively chill. Hey, is that Ersatz Bros. Coffee they’re drinking?
Mind Blindness
Wally does seem more “at ease”, though his panel 1 profile reminds me of a mummified corpse. And “seeing eye dog for the mind” smacks of something that TB heard in the course of his service dog “research”…filing it away to be served up as today’s punchline.
Wally's Word
I think Becky has had enough coffee: she’s shaking pretty bad as she pours one for the man she kicked to the curb not too long ago. In case this scenario is not awkward enough, throw in some of TB’s trademark, tin-eared dialogue: “You seem…” “Better?” “Your word.”
Huh? What’s your word? Do I not seem better, now that Buddy the Wonder Dog is in my life, and you’ve finally granted me a couple hours with my midget son? Now that I’m knockin’ boots with a two-armed woman? What’s your word?
Two Wallys and a Buddy
“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.
Nano What I Mean
It makes sense that TB would have an interest in the rejuvenatory potential of nanites: if anyone’s been affected by “the ravages of aging”, it’s the denizens of this comic strip.
I like how as panel 2 Jim speaks about making things smaller and smaller, his head has grown massive.
Son of Stuck Funky 
