Yes, that was my mom’s response after listening to a 15-minute joke. If I didn’t know any better, you’d think she was trolling me.
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Panel 1 (Ekko, Leezet, Lola, Errol, and Lolo are in the car) -
Errol:
Now, where was I? Oh, right! Leezet and Willy stopped drinking!
It was difficult, of course, for there were many temptations. Their friend Manpans would oft come for visits, with tales of drinking and hot men, and she found the need to re-enact her adventures for Leezet and the weasel. Other nights, Leezet had to leave for chores or long bouts of diarrhea, and Manpans would use this time to sneak into the house with the intention of injecting alcohol into the weasel. But the weasel was too smart for her and left pictures around the house of Hugh Grant, as well as the occasional shot of whiskey to distract her. Before long, Leezet became accustomed to the scene of Manpans passed out on her carpet while the weasel watched reruns of the A-Team on TV. This day, Manpans is fed up with the weasel continually outwitting her, and she hatches a plan. "Let'sh go to a bar, little weashel," Manpans says. "Leezet wouldn't like that," says Willy. "You'll be fine, and I'm so thirshty," says Manpans, snickering at her cunning plan. "Sure," says the weasel, and it hops off its little weasel couch and puts on some shoes. "Are you coming?" asks the weasel. "Where are we going?" asks Manpans. "The bar," says the weasel. "What a great idea!" yells Manpans and grabs the weasel and runs to the closest pub. As she gets to the front door, Manpans stops. "Wait, I don't have my ID," and she rummages through her pockets. The weasel shrugs and walks into the bar. The bartender looks up and sees the weasel walking towards him. The bartender gets nervous, he can't remember whether or not his license allows him to serve animals. However, he didn't want to be that guy prejudiced against those who were willing to visit his establishment. As the weasel surveys the bar, it's a bit confused. It realizes it has never been to a bar before, but he did know it sold alcohol, thanks to the many stories Manpans had told him. The weasel sees the mustached bartender staring at him, and he figures he was the right person to ask for a drink. At that moment, Leezet rushes in, "What are you doing, Willy?" The weasel turns, and gives a friendly salute to Leezet. "Manpans brought me here," says the weasel. "And why did you follow her. You know the places she frequents!" "She looked so lonely, and I wanted to accompany her," says the weasel. Leezet stern look softens as she realizes the weasel's warm heart. It was this very reason she wanted a weasel to begin with herself, and how could she deny Manpans the companionship, when it was something she had yearned for all her life. "But you can't drink, Willy. You have chronic liver failure," says Leezet. The weasel winked and sauntered up to the bar. The bartender, confused with this exchange, didn't let it faze him. He had a job to do, and he was renowned for doing his job well. For four years he trained. Four years of vocal work, studying, and video editing, all for this moment: the moment the customer sits at the bar. The weasel hops up onto the bar stool and peers over. The bartender asks, "What'll you have?"
"Pop," goes the weasel.
Panel 2 -
Leezet: ...
Panel 3 -
Lola: What does a weasel look like?
Errol: Wait...what? How is that your response?
Errol:
Now, where was I? Oh, right! Leezet and Willy stopped drinking!
It was difficult, of course, for there were many temptations. Their friend Manpans would oft come for visits, with tales of drinking and hot men, and she found the need to re-enact her adventures for Leezet and the weasel. Other nights, Leezet had to leave for chores or long bouts of diarrhea, and Manpans would use this time to sneak into the house with the intention of injecting alcohol into the weasel. But the weasel was too smart for her and left pictures around the house of Hugh Grant, as well as the occasional shot of whiskey to distract her. Before long, Leezet became accustomed to the scene of Manpans passed out on her carpet while the weasel watched reruns of the A-Team on TV. This day, Manpans is fed up with the weasel continually outwitting her, and she hatches a plan. "Let'sh go to a bar, little weashel," Manpans says. "Leezet wouldn't like that," says Willy. "You'll be fine, and I'm so thirshty," says Manpans, snickering at her cunning plan. "Sure," says the weasel, and it hops off its little weasel couch and puts on some shoes. "Are you coming?" asks the weasel. "Where are we going?" asks Manpans. "The bar," says the weasel. "What a great idea!" yells Manpans and grabs the weasel and runs to the closest pub. As she gets to the front door, Manpans stops. "Wait, I don't have my ID," and she rummages through her pockets. The weasel shrugs and walks into the bar. The bartender looks up and sees the weasel walking towards him. The bartender gets nervous, he can't remember whether or not his license allows him to serve animals. However, he didn't want to be that guy prejudiced against those who were willing to visit his establishment. As the weasel surveys the bar, it's a bit confused. It realizes it has never been to a bar before, but he did know it sold alcohol, thanks to the many stories Manpans had told him. The weasel sees the mustached bartender staring at him, and he figures he was the right person to ask for a drink. At that moment, Leezet rushes in, "What are you doing, Willy?" The weasel turns, and gives a friendly salute to Leezet. "Manpans brought me here," says the weasel. "And why did you follow her. You know the places she frequents!" "She looked so lonely, and I wanted to accompany her," says the weasel. Leezet stern look softens as she realizes the weasel's warm heart. It was this very reason she wanted a weasel to begin with herself, and how could she deny Manpans the companionship, when it was something she had yearned for all her life. "But you can't drink, Willy. You have chronic liver failure," says Leezet. The weasel winked and sauntered up to the bar. The bartender, confused with this exchange, didn't let it faze him. He had a job to do, and he was renowned for doing his job well. For four years he trained. Four years of vocal work, studying, and video editing, all for this moment: the moment the customer sits at the bar. The weasel hops up onto the bar stool and peers over. The bartender asks, "What'll you have?"
"Pop," goes the weasel.
Panel 2 -
Leezet: ...
Panel 3 -
Lola: What does a weasel look like?
Errol: Wait...what? How is that your response?
“Shaggy weasel” — nice touch
Thank you! And I fixed the typos you pointed out too! ^_^ So thank you again!