Well, now you have to move it. Or sell it!
Yes, it’s true - they’re tearing the building down, or as near as dammit, so Stewie and I have to find a new place to live as of August 31st. I think I may have to have my birthday auction a little sooner than I planned to! Cuz buddy, I got a lot of crap!
Anyone have any leads on a place to live for a hard luck case? On my birthday, yet!
ARTHUR:
Old woman!
DENNIS:
Man!
ARTHUR:
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
DENNIS:
I’m thirty-seven.
ARTHUR:
I– what?
DENNIS:
I’m thirty-seven. I’m not old.
ARTHUR:
Well, I can’t just call you ‘Man’.
DENNIS:
Well, you could say ‘Dennis’.
ARTHUR:
Well, I didn’t know you were called ‘Dennis’.
DENNIS:
Well, you didn’t bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR:
I did say ’sorry’ about the ‘old woman’, but from the behind you looked–
DENNIS:
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR:
Well, I am King!
DENNIS:
Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d’you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers!
To think that I too, like Dennis, am thirty-seven. I should be in the Holy Grail!
And sure, I’ll probably have a birthday auction in September.
This is a photo of my brother, circa 1988ish…
Thank you, Facebook, for dredging up unspeakable terrors from times past….