May 1, 2017 ** OUR 100^th COMIC **
To celebrate the big one-zero-zero, we bring you this super-sized actual conversation. The fact that I was able to accurately transcribe what transpired in the first ten panels above proves that I was playing possum in the hopes that Flapjack would give up and go back to bed (or that my wife would deal with it). After the events depicted here, I went back to bed myself and repeated to my wife the words Flapjack had just said to me ("No thanks! I'm not thirsty"). I provided no other context, but she laughed and laughed and laughed (well, we both did), which kind of proves that my wife had been playing possum herself.