We continue our saga of Number 49 and his missing eyebrows. People mock him and he is helpless to defend himself because he can't depress the hair over his eyes to show his anger. Not even when a joke in the fourth panel is simply nonexistent. Let us furrow our hairy brows for him who cannot.
The best part is the "punchline" where Cliff brazenly displays his lack of social skills. In the future, I'm going to ask people "How's it goin'?" and when they say, "Not too good, I'm dying of cancer... of the rectum," I'll rush off--"Well... be seein' ya--in the mortuary!" Cliff is on the cutting edge of small talk science.
Next Week: Number 49 grows back his eyebrows, goes on a killing rampage.
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