Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for October 09, 2014
October 08, 2014
October 10, 2014
Transcript:
Gina: You are such an idiot. Nate: Me? WHY? Gina: You want to infect me with a DEADLY DISEASE! Nate: Right! In the pursuit of SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS! Nate: If we find a cure for your illness, we'll probably win the NOBEL PRIZE! Gina: And if we DON'T find a cure? Nate: Chill, Gina. We all make sacrifices.
Nate may just have sacrificed the structure of his face.