Les finally mans up and calls Cayla to try and salvage their relationship. Cayla, meanwhile, figures that if her dreads weren’t enough to entice Les, well, just wait ’til he sees her with a cancer shmatte on her head!
Tag: porch swing
"Watch" This
The high school flashback arc comes full circle, back to Les’ main crush, Kelly. Good luck striking up a “casual” conversation with her, Les, after she’s already seen her name written obsessively all over your notebook.
Rap-porch-ment
Funky arrives at Moore Manor to find Les sitting on the porch swing in that peculiar splay-legged position of his.
“Hey.” (Douchebag.)
“Hey.” (Tubby)
“I screwed up.” (Get over yourself, you thin-skinned poseur…)
(Nah, buddy, I deserved it. Besides, what’s a little good-natured ball-busting between old friends?.) “Yes you did”
(I’m afraid my obese ass will break your porch swing, so I better just stand.) “Can I sit?”
“Sit.” (Kneel!)
“So tell me about it.” (Get over yourself, you thin-skinned poseur…)
Swing and a Miss
If these two dopes would just say what’s on their minds…but no, it’s much more melodramatic to have them be unable to express their feelings like adults.
The ship of narrative has lost its rudder. TB spends two years setting up the Les/Cayla thing before allowing them to consummate their relationship, only to have them agree to “take a break” a few weeks later. Props to Cayla for finally showing some backbone; negative props for following that up with an internal “one more chance”.
Pulp Friction
Today, with their auras still aglow, Les and Cayla have progressed (regressed?) from “thought-ballooning” to tortured body language. For the sake of realism, I’ve replaced their panel 3 exchange with this classic dialogue from Pulp Fiction (NSFW).
Son of Stuck Funky 
