Francine and Katchoo's Dorm Room, Rupture University
"I can't feel my feet anymore. How much longer?"
"We just started! I haven't even finished the charcoal sketch. You're whining again."
"'Cause I've been sitting here so long half my body's asleep. My butt's asleep. I might as well be sitting on a rump roast!"
"If you can't feel your rump roast, it doesn't hurt, so what're ya complaining about?"
"It's cold, that's what. I'm also freezing my half-naked butt off!"
"Oh please; a quarter naked at best. Now if I could get you to take off that robe..."
"Oh God, is that the door?"
[Some dialogue folded, spindled and mutilated from Strangers in Paradise Vol. 3, Issue 19 and (later) Vol. 1, Issue 1. Continues within! Warning for Fight of the Century Round #451, long-forgotten Parents Weekend guests, and Katchoo's idea of art critique. I've also made a little space for the cheese slices peanut gallery.]