…anything I can do to get a little strip-time for Count Morgu, M.E.
and it’s not fun. Then again, if I were Berna, and I’d just won the $6M lottery, I’m sure consulting a lawyer, even with the boring details of investing and annuities and stuff like that, would be sorta fun.
Berna’s expression in the last panel mystifies me, though…excitement? pain? rigor mortis?
P.S. I’ve also decided that I want a copy of the Book of Genesis (the real deal) illustrated by R. Crumb. No kidding!
…aren’t BORING!
Finally, we get some action in Rex Morgan, M.D. (even if it’s just from some sketchy underwear)!
(I think Rex is a wee bit peeved that his first impressions in rescuing Dexter weren’t quite correct):
Or maybe it’s just the Vicodin kicking in…
Oh, yeah, it’s Rex and June Morgan. You know, there’s a comic strip named after Rex. But these days, I think it’s less about doctorin’ and more about financial wheelin’ an’ dealing’. Dork that he may be, I do miss Rex.
…where a BIG chunk of Dexter’s lottery winnings are going to go!
[At least this isn’t Waffle House graveyard shift night…]
The Comics Curmudgeon’s very own queek, source of Cuteness, Kawaii Commando (whew!) asked me to post this for him. He think the joke has gotten stale — cripes, it comes from Rex Morgan, M.D. and Love is…! Is there the remotest possibility that it ever was fresh?!?
You. Do. Not. Cross. June. Morgan.
(Although it’s a boatload of fun, if you do!)