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WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RAT?
I AM GRAND POOBAH OF THE 'BENEVOLENT SOCIETY OF ANGRY MISANTHROPES.'
'BENEVOLENT' MEANS 'GIVING.' 'MISANTHROPIC' MEANS YOU HATE OTHER PEOPLE. WHAT'S 'GIVING' ABOUT A SOCIETY THAT GOES AROUND HATING OTHER PEOPLE?
DOES 'GIVING' WHACKS TO THE HEAD WITH MY GRAND POOBAH IDIOT SCEPTRE COUNT?
NO.
NUTS. IT'S SO DARN SATISFYING.

BEHOLD! I, RAT, HAVE FOUNDED THE ‘BENEVOLENT SOCIETY OF ANGRY MISANTHROPES.’ I AM GRAND POOBAH.
WHAT’S A MISANTHROPE?
AN ELITE CLASS OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE WISELY CONCLUDED THAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE BAD AND THE CAUSE OF ALL THEIR PROBLEMS.
THAT’S A MISANTHROPE??… THEN WHAT’S THE WORD FOR GUYS LIKE ME WHO THINK THEY’RE GOOD AND HELPFUL?
MISGUIDEDTHROPE.
OOOOOH. WE SHOULD FORM A CLUB.

CHECK IT OUT, PIG. I'VE LEARNED TO
BLOW SMOKE SHAPES WITH MY HOOKAH
PIPE... THIS ONE'S A SHEEP...
WOW!
AND THIS ONE'S A FLUFFY KITTEN...
OH, BOY
KITTY!
AND THIS ONE'S A PUFFY BLOWFISH...
GOSH!
HEY THERE, GUARD DUCK... RAT'S BLOWING
SMOKE SHAPES... WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY?
HAGIA SOPHIA. ISTANBUL, TURKEY.
PERSPECTIVE'S WAY, WAY OFF.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PIG?
I GOT A JOB. I STAND ON THE SIDEWALK AND HOLD A SIGN.
NEW HOMES
NEW HOMES
MY MAMA RAISED A POLE

DO YOU KNOW WHAT A HOOKAH PIPE IS?
THEY'RE THESE BIG CONTRAPTIONS SOME PEOPLE IN THE MIDDLE EAST USE TO SMOKE TOBACCO.
SO IF SOMEONE ASKS IF THEY CAN TURN YOUR BEDROOM INTO A HOOKAH DEN, YOU SHOULDN'T TRY TO BE POLITE AND SAY YES?
OF COURSE NOT... IT'S YOUR ROOM.
WAS YOUR ROOM, SAYS THE HOOKAH KING.

HEY, PIG.
HOW ARE YOU?
OHH, OKAY, I GUESS... I WENT TO BED REAL LATE LAST NIGHT AND MY HEAD HURTS AND MY THROAT FEELS SORTA--
PIG PIG PIG PIG
WHAT?
"HOW ARE YOU?" ISN’T REALLY A QUESTION.
FOOLED AGAIN.
REMEMBER, BUDDY... I WILL NEVER CARE ABOUT YOUR HEALTH.

Hey, son... Leesten dis news me juss see in paper... Twenty-four percent of college gradueetes have trubble find jobs.
So?
SO JUNIOR HIGH BEEG WASTE OF TIME!!!
Thanks for the academic encouragement, Dad.
No use beeg words, son. Dey for loosers.

BOMBAST CABLE... CAN I HELP YOU?
YOU WEASELS RAISED MY CABLE BILL AGAIN. LOWER IT NOW OR FACE MY WRATH.
I'M SORRY, SIR, BUT I BELIEVE WE'RE THE ONLY CABLE COMPANY IN YOUR AREA, SO I'M AFRAID YOU DON'T HAVE A LOT OF OPTIONS.
OH, I'VE GOT OPTIONS.

LOOK AT THIS STORY FROM NEW ZEALAND... A MAN GOT ARRESTED FOR ASSAULTING ANOTHER MAN WITH A HEDGEHOG. CAN YOU IMAGINE VENTING YOUR ANGER BY THROWING A HEDGEHOG AT SOMEONE? ISN'T THAT RIDICULOUS?
DID YOU EAT MY LAST 'DING DONG'?

I'VE FIGURED OUT WHAT I WANT IN LIFE.
GREAT. MIND IF I JUST EAT MY OATMEAL IN PEACE?
I WANT A SWEET WIFE AND TWO KIDS. I WANT A HAPPY HOME WHERE WE SIT AROUND AT NIGHT PLAYING SCRABBLE.
AND I WANT TO TRAVEL THE WORLD AND SEE EVERYTHING AND WRITE IN EVERY CAFE AND DRINK IN EVERY PUB.
AND DO ANYTHING I WANT AND BE FAMOUS AND CHARISMATIC AND LOVED!
AND I WANT TO BE HELD BY A WIDE VARIETY OF BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, ALL OF WHOM WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO GO HOME WITH ME!!!
WILL THERE BE ROOM AT THE SCRABBLE TABLE?

I'M FASCINATED BY SLEEP.
WHY IS THAT?
BECAUSE IT'S SO MYSTERIOUS... I MEAN, WHERE DOES OUR MIND GO? WHY DO WE DREAM? AND DO WE DREAM WHAT WE DREAM? IS THAT OTHER WORLD REAL? ARE WE COMMUNICATING WITH OTHERS? IT'S JUST SUCH A FASCINATING MYSTERY. DON'T YOU THINK?
SNORR...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PIG?
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY EVERYONE THINKS THIS IS SO RISKY.
WHY WHAT'S SO RISKY?
PUSHING THE ENVELOPE.
NOW I SEE WHY.

HIYA, RAT...
WHATCHA EATING?
DONUTS.
WANT ONE?
I'D LOVE ONE.
LICK LICK
LICK
LICK
LICK
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND.
CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T OFFER.

HEY, DAD... CAN YOU TAKE ME TO GAMESTOP? I WANT TO GET A GAME FOR MY DS.
NO. ME GLUE HEAD TO WALL.
WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!
PERSONAL GOAL.
MAYBE I'LL JUST ASK MOM.
REMEMBER, SON... ALWAYS SET GOALS EEN LIFE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PIG?
DWEEB, WHY DO YOU SAY THAT GAGA AUDI? IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SOME KIND OF PANSY!
PUT PIG BACK IN THE STRIP.
AND DESTROY A WORK OF ART? NO THANK YOU.
I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!!!

CHECK OUT THIS COMIC... IT'S CALLED "GARFIELD MINUS GARFIELD." THE GUY TAKES A NORMAL "GARFIELD" STRIP BUT DELETES GARFIELD, SO YOU'RE LEFT WITH JUST JON TALKING TO HIMSELF... IT'S GREAT.
OHH, GEE... I THINK I PREFER NORMAL "GARFIELD."
WILL YOU EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT?
SURE.
NO, I WILL NOT DELETE PIG FROM THE STRIP.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DAD?
Me watcheng DVD moovie. But he have
de hat.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?
Me no can hear dialogue. Stoopid
beeg faet eediot face talk through
whole moovie.
DAD, THAT'S THE DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY.
IF YOU DON'T WANT IT ON, YOU JUST NEED
TO INDICATE THAT WITH THE REMOTE.
Ohhhhhh... Okay.
SHUT YOU FACE, FAT MAN!!!!
Heyyyy... Dat work pretty gud.
WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TELEVISION?
HEY, MOM, LET'S READ A BOOK.

RAT, I’D LIKE YOU TO MEET MY COUSIN SQUIDMO... HE’S A PROFESSIONAL ZEBRA RIGHTS ACTIVIST WHO’S DEDICATED HIS LIFE TO DRAFTING VARIOUS METHODOLOGIES FOR KEEPING ZEBRAS SAFE FROM PREDATORS.
OH, YEAH? LET ME HEAR ONE.

“RUN.”
SQUIDMO MAY NOT BE GIVING YOU YOUR MONEY’S WORTH.

LOOK AT THIS ODD STORY OUT OF PARIS... YOUNG HONEYMOONERS REPORT HARASSMENT
WHAT KIND OF HARASSMENT?
HONEYMOONERS THROUGHOUT PARIS REPORT BEING INSULTED DURING ROMANTIC EMBRACES. THE HARASSMENT OFTEN INCLUDES AN UNWELCOME ESTIMATE OF HOW LONG THE MARRIAGE MIGHT LAST
WHO WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
SIX MONTHS. TOPS.

WHAT IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU FIGHTING DUELS?
DUELS WERE A PERFECT- LY ACCEPTABLE WAY OF RESOLVING DISPUTES IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. I'M BRINGING THEM BACK.
YOU'RE FIGHTING DUELS OVER ACORNS AND PARKING SPACES! WHAT ARE YOU, A NUTCASE?!
AN UNFORTUNATE CHOICE OF WORDS.

My dearest love,
It has been six months
since your last, rather
impersonal, note to me.
Please write again. But
this time--please--
share with me your deepest
thoughts.
It's time for your
check-up!
NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH
A DENTIST.

HEY, PAL... WERE YOU THE GUY IN THE BLACK S.U.V. WHO TOOK MY PARKING SPACE?
YEAH, SORRY. I DIDN'T SEE YOU WERE WAITING FOR IT 'TIL AFTER I HAD PULLED IN.
YEAH, WELL "SORRY" ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH.
LISTEN, PAL, IT'S A PARKING SPACE. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO ABOUT IT?
THIS SEEMS EXTREME.

WHERE'S RAT TODAY?
HE'S ARGUING WITH OUR NEIGHBOR FRED...FRED'S OAK TREE IS DROPPING ACORNS ON OUR LAWN AGAIN.
HE'S ARGUING OVER ACORNS?
YEAH. OUR NEIGHBORS REALLY MAKE RAT MAD, BUT HE SAYS HE HAS A CONSTRUCTIVE WAY TO RESOLVE THE DISPUTE.
I AM NOT FIGHTING A DUEL.
TAKE THE PISTOL, FRED.

DANNY DONKEY HATED WORK BIRTHDAY PARTIES.
I HATE THAT GUY.
He hated the guy who collected money for a present.
WE'RE ALL KICKING IN TWENTY BUCKS FOR CARLOS'S GIFT.
He Hated the cutesy e-mails filled with emotions telling everyone to meet in the conference room for fun and cheesecake. :)
I HATE CHEESECAKE.
FUN'S NEVER FUN.
I HATE EMOTIONS.
But most of all, he hated the awkward horror of standing around with people whom he would not choose to spend even four seconds of his free time.
YOU SEE THE GAME ON SUNDAY?
PLEASE DON'T PUNCH YOUR BOSS.
I HATE THIS GUY.
PLEASE, PLEASE...DON'T PUNCH YOUR BOSS.
So Danny snapped, taking out all his rage on the party's poor piñata.
Take that.
And that.
And that.
And that.
Only there was no piñata.
THIS ISN'T A KIDS' BOOK CALLED "CHOOSING THE RIGHT GIFT"!
Carlos, sorry he didn't...oh, maybe he has some...his mistake. Carlos's mistake. Carlos is sorry.
YOU ARE NOT PUTTING THIS IN A KIDS' BOOK CALLED "CHOOSING THE RIGHT GIFT"!!
BUT IT MENTIONS PIÑATAS. KIDS LOVE PIÑATAS.

Me kicking you out of neenjas, Larry. You lame. You no smart.
Me no smart? HA! Like, look een mirror, Frank.
Okay, like, now you reelly out.
Fine. Me no care. Larry no need you stoopid uneform. Larry got udder frends. Tougher den stoopid neenjas. Cooler den stoopid neenjas.