This is one of those weird strips that is just one image and not really a “strip” per se.

The words are a night stream of consciousness rivaling Zappa’s most deranged acid trips.

I blame that on my then lesser handle of the language: it was hard for me to come up with good colloquial flow in my dialogue and thought balloons.

I am sorry.

I did, at the time, had Scooby Underoos. Maybe i was wearing them on this adventure?