Tag: Chester the Chiseler

Because today’s strip is about comical books, Mr. Oddnoc has enlisted perennial sophomores Owen and Cody to do the daily commentary. They will provide the puerile perspective and gravitas that Batominc bloviating about comic books warrants.

Enter Owen & Cody, sophomores. Neither wears any sort of headgear, hat, or chullo of any kind.

Owen: Mr. Oddnoc, come on! You’ve got to do some of the work. Put the scotch down for a sec!

Enter Oddnoc, a snarker. He sips pensively from a Glencairn glass, then sets it gently upon the table.

Oddnoc: OK, Owen. Let’s see. Hmm… Holly seems to have forgotten—

Owen: Cory’s gonna be pissed!

Oddnoc (arch): Oh, I’m sorry. Did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours? Who am I? Who am I?

Owen: Haw! Les Moore! Anyway, I know what you were gonna say. She forgot she brought her own damn scissors.

Cody: Why slice it open now?

Owen: It don’t make no sense.

Oddnoc: It’s inexplicable, boys. Downright inexplicable.

All three drop their mics.

Exeunt.

Because today’s strip is about comical books, Mr. Oddnoc has enlisted perennial sophomores Owen and Cody to do the daily commentary. They will provide the puerile perspective and gravitas that Batominc bloviating about comic books warrants.

Cody: Doesn’t John have a bunch of Starbuck Jones books?

Owen: Yeah, he says they’re not worth much, but there’s a guy up in Stately Manor, Ohio, who overpays for ’em.

Cody: Mr. Oddnoc says we’re in this comic strip. Thats f——ed up!

Owen: Dude, dude, who talks like that: “which makes the issues ultra-rare and difficult to find”?

Cody: Mister—ha ha!—Mister—snort!—I—I—can’t—hahaha…

Owen: Hee hee! M—M—M—Moooooooooooooore!

Oddnoc (aside): The kids are alright.