Comic Transcript
KING: Our resident office supply Romeo returns once again.
BINKY (DRINKY): You’re just jealous.
KING: I’ll admit to being mystified. You’re not really Ellen’s type.
BINKY (DRINKY): Some people are drawn to embittered, self-hating alcoholics. It’s like dating a tortured artist without having to deal with all that art.
KING: Wait, you’re dating now?
BINKY (DRINKY): Nah, we’re moving on. Ellen’s pretty busy with a project for Google, but I’m pretty sure that’s just her way of breaking it off. Whatever she wanted out of our… whatever it was, she got it.
KING: Oh. Sorry.
BINKY (DRINKY): Don’t be. It wasn’t serious.
(Silence.)
KING: What do you think she wanted?
BINKY (DRINKY): Not a clue.
JINGLES, THE CHEERFUL GOOGLE NOTIFICATION BELL: Heya Pops!
