“Don’t talk to me about whoring, you little wimp! I survived on the streets of New York God Damn City for years!” Anyway, do we really need to see the word “whore” in the funny papers? Especially used by Les to describe himself? We’ve seen him give one interview only to get derailed two questions in. Boo frickin’ hoo. Man up, beardo.
I told you it was a murder plot! For all you snarkers who wondered what became of Cell Phone Girl: there she is in panel one, talking on her cellphone (natch), just waiting for her cue to run Funky’s fat ass into the ditch, this time for good.
And for those of you (suckers) who are still looking for any kind of linear continuity in the Funkiverse: the last time jump was three years ago next week…Funky was (supposed to be) 46 years old. So despite how old Batiuk makes him look, he wouldn’t even be fifty yet (his birthday is ostensibly in late March), let alone “in” his fifties. Oh well, it sets up the “punchline”.
Khan is back! Sort of. I mean, he’s there to deliver what I think is supposed to be some sort of wry observational wit but other than that he’s not doing much more than handing Rachel a pizza for a non-existent customer. I’m hoping this isn’t a set-up for a week full of Khan and Rachel getting closer and all lovey-dovey, ’cause we can only take so many love triangles in Westview.
The Funkmeister suffers more maltreatment at the hands of those entrusted with his care. To be fair, I wouldn’t know how to answer his second question either. “Break it down a little” for you? Really, what part doesn’t Funky get?
Must be a shift change at the pizzeria. Les has handed over his Montoni’s apron to Summer, and traded his trademark yellow shirt for the spiffy green one that Funky wore to the movies on Sunday. But he still wears the resigned expression of a man who simply lays back and allows life to happen to him. Douche.
Son of Stuck Funky 
