Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for December 13, 2013
December 12, 2013
December 14, 2013
Transcript:
Tyr: A flagon of mead!! Man: Sorry. I gotta cut you off, pal. Tyr: Cut me off? Why? Man: You've had, like, twenty-five, flagons. Tyr: Bah! Twenty-five flagons wouldn't get an infant drunk where I come from! Man: As wonderful as the land of drunken infants sounds, you can't have any mead. How's club soda? Tyr: Can I have it in a flagon?
You could give him Kool-Aid jut as long as you put it in a flagon.