I’d rather have Aunt Fritzi’s muff, if you know what I mean.
(I mean it’s far more fashionable.)
Er, suppose I don’t, Nancy.
Suppose I don’t.
Great. Now I can’t help but wonder if the carpet matches the drapes.
Usually a description of the next panel clarifies, and therefore, ruins the joke. This time though, ‘Sluggo then slips Nancy’s muff on his head’ works FOR the joke.
Reminds me of this (NSFW) song:
No Sluggo, not after Nancy’s had her hand up in her muff.
Isn’t Nancy’s muff seems awfully large and loose. It’s good to see that she’s not too self-conscious about it.
Well, he doesn’t take any guff. Why would he take any muff?
for such a BIG muff, you’d think it would be FUZZIER.