Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for February 23, 2014

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Bucky: What's that smell? Satchel: General Tso's chicken! Bucky: Are you mental? Satchel: Huh? Bucky: We don't want any problem with the military in this house. Satchel: Huh? Bucky: If I were you... Well, If I were you, I'd curl up and sob... If I were in your predicament, I'd replace that guy's chicken ASAP, even if you have to spray paint a pigeon. Satchel: I just felt like something hot tonight. Bucky: Retaliatory invasions can get pretty toasty, I hear. Eating a general's chicken! You're out of control! What's next, president Obama's parrot? Comrade Stalin's hamster? Emperor Nero's turtle? Go ask Saddam how General Schwarzkoff's chicken tasted. Oh, right, you can't. Rob: Where'd you get the Chinese food? Bucky: It was in the trash.