Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 30, 1986
August 29, 1986
August 31, 1986
Transcript:
Havoc: That's the poop, the whole poop, and nothin' but, Comandante. Langley wants you yahoos to get serioso abuot kickin' Bolshi butt! Casey expects his boys home by Christmas, so we're countin' on you, amigo! Comandante: Christmas? Dream on, senor. You don't know Ortega! Havoc: Ortega? Hee, hee! Don't worry about the big O-man. We got him covered, babe. Comandante: You do? Havoc: Exploding eyewear. Just leave it to us. Comandante: You really are from the CIA, aren't you?
