Cerebus: You mean to say that Cerebus got within touching distance of an overstuffed human equivalent of a . . .

Cerebus from outside panel: . . .garbage heap...

B.B.: (rallying) eh. . .?

Cerebus:. . .this half-witted sweat-slickened cesspool. . .

B.B.: (from outside panel) . . .ANH?

Cerebus: (from outside panel). . .fat. . .

B.B.: (from outside panel). . .FOT!??

Cerebus: . . .ignorant. . .

B.B.: (from outside panel) IGNORIN??!!

B.B.: YAAAAAAAAAH!

S.G.: (from outside panel) We are never going to get anywhere in our ongoing negotiations if you persist in annoying my brother. . .

B.B.: "IFNORING," UNH?

B.B.: C'MUN! C'MUN!

B.B.: NYAHH! NYAHH!

Cerebus: Is there any reason Cerebus shouldn't help him lose twenty pounds. . . .

Cerebus: . . .from the shoulders up?