Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 23, 2009
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Transcript:
Poncho: You! I know who you are! You're my evil opposite from a parallel universe! Cheesh! Chicha! Cheesh! Cheech! Chazz: Poncho, stop making those electrical sounds! And stop strangling your brother! Poncho: My... my brother? Chazz: This is Orlando. He was adopted the day after I adopted you... by an oil baron. Poncho: Cheesh! Chicha! Cheesh! Cheech! Chazz: Okay, okay, cut it out.
There may not be oil barons anymore, but there are oil field services barons. Actually more insidious, especially when they appoint themselves Vice President, FUBAR everything for eight years, and ride off into the sunset in a wheelchair after suffering record shredding injury.