Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 09, 2012
December 08, 2012
December 10, 2012
Transcript:
People: Justice! Justice! Red Rascal: Sounds like my fan base... Die, dog! Terrorist: Mercy, sorkh razil. I beg you! Ha! Red Rascal: Uh-oh... Okay, so how do I not die here? Think, dude, think! I got nothin'... Zipper: Wow... so that's writer's bock! Jeff: I'm so screwed... A routine encounter with a freedom-hater takes an unexpected turn for the worse! Hurtling toward oblivion, the Rascal thinks quickly...
“The fluttering end of his scarf snagged on a protruding bit of scrub, almost snapping his neck, but swinging him against the wall of the cliff with a lurching thud. Fortunately he had lost his boots in the struggle and digging in with fingers and toes he began the long climb back to his faithful steed, Petreaus.”