Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for September 02, 1990

Transcript:

Boospie: Time to say goodbye... B.D.: Just get on with it! Boopsie: Where will he go? Who will speak for him? B.D.: Who cares? Boopsie: Okay, B.D., here goes! Wish me luck...Hunk-Ra! Hear me, great Lord! I can no longer speak for your magnificent spirit! My soul is too troubled, my boyfriend too ticked off...leave this mortal shell, I beseech you! Find another, more worthy host to channel your power! Go, in the name of all that is sacred, go! Hey...I think he's...yes! He's leaving! I can feel him slipping away, B.D., like a shadow...my gosh!...It feels great! It's just me again! It's just us! Isn't it wonderful, B.D.? B.D.? B.D.: Snarp!