Comic Transcript
STEVE: Hallo Mark.
MARK: Oh, hi Steve.
STEVE: I say there Sport, but would it be too much trouble to hide me?
MARK: Hide you?
STEVE: There’s a freshly-shorn clone of Abraham Lincoln chasing me about the campus… I don’t know exactly what he wants, but he smells like a gallows and I’m not keen on finding out why.
MARK: He smells like a gallows?
STEVE: Very close to it.
MARK: How do you even know what a gallows smells like?
STEVE: Do you really want me to answer that, or shall we assume the question was rhetorical and laden with suggestive irony?
MARK: The second one.