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New Yorkers do sometimes talk to each other. It’s just weird when we do.
Don’t worry, this comic doesn’t spoil anything. And if you haven’t seen Blade Runner, I recommend it — and not just because it gives you the opportunity to ogle pretty young Rutger Hauer.
My therapist wants me to exercise my whimsy and playfulness. I’m plenty whimsical, damn it.
I thought it was high time we had another real talky comic.
What’s a mitzvah tank, you ask?
That’s an authentic Teethsy in panel one.
The Internet won’t even tell me who Henry was, much less what his pocket is for.
My family’s staying with me so I have no time to write anything witty.
And I have a book due tomorrow. I’m sick of your insane demands.