That’s a completely tangential thing. They failed in their lawsuit against Afroman, but they’re not in any way being held accountable.

Were you lying in purpose or did you really not understand what that lawsuit was about?

And we have the court system to ensure that cops who don’t follow the rules are held accountable.

And you think that’s what happens?

Stop editing other people’s comics.

And don’t forget to try the Big Arch, the new burger from McDonald’s.

You think that giving artists credit for their work is the same as “looking at ads”?

I’m speechless. Truly dumbfounded. There are so many ways to respond, and none of them quite suit the unique situation that’s going on in your head.

Why?

When I cook for my wife’s family, I get endless, sincere praise. They tell me it’s the greatest soup they’ve ever had. They ask for recipes. The next day they sheepishly ask if they can eat the rest of the leftovers.

When I cook for my side of the family: nothing. Crickets. Which is even more odd to me since my mom never met a seasoning. Period. She does not season her cooking. One time she was tipping over a jar of Italian seasoning just to let it look at the meatballs, and she accidentally spilled some in, and everyone told her it was the best meatballs she ever made.

But I provide a flavorful, well-prepared soup, and at best I get: “Well it turns out I didn’t mind black beans this one time, but I still hate them.”