Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 02, 2012

Transcript:

Poncho: Halt! Identify yourself, in the name of the great and all powerful moon king! Boomer: Seems to me a "moon king" could afford a swanker helmet. Poncho: Gasp! That insolent tone… the earmark of an earthling! Boomer: Why don't you remove your helmet and very your hypothesis? Poncho: The… the moon king doesn't feel like it… at the moment… Boomer: Stuck, is it? Poncho: Speak up , the moon king has golf balls in his ears.