Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for June 16, 2008
June 15, 2008
June 17, 2008
Transcript:
Poncho: Come on, fish lips! Cough him up! Let's go! Noise: Whop! Womp! Wump! "I sit trapped inside the mighty fish. Entombed alive. How long? Time has no meaning here. I feel the icy hand of death upon me. Barring some unforseen miracle, my fate is surely sealed. But wait! The mighty fish shakes! Is this my salvation? What wonderful, glorious, merciful soul could have arrived to save me?"
