…at least fixate on June! ROOOWWWWR!
The Morgans’ office manager has won the $6 million lottery, and her stupid-ass brother Dexter is trying to spend his share in five days or less. Of course this means blabbing it around and causing every slime-creature to crawl out of the woodwork, including this guy, who offered Dex a share in a NUDIE BAR! All right! (Yes, “nudie bar” was actually mentioned verbatim in a strip!)
Berna returns home just in time to turn out the ne’er-do-well, but the funny thing about ne’er-do-wells is their knack to capitalize on anything:
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Wounded by June, tended to by Rex: from the frying pan into the fire!