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| Jibes & Jabs | [[Bismarck rams his helmeted self into the back of Lincoln's head]]
/ Bismarck: Outta my way, chump! / Lincoln [[to the back of Bismarck's head as he continues out of the frame]]: Watch where you're going, you... you... ...you big dink-head! / Lincoln: I really need to work on my insults. / LATER, THE SAME DUDE DOES IT AGAIN:
/ Lincoln [[again to the back of Bismarck's head as he continues out of the frame]]: Watch where you're going, skunk-brains. You're a lame-o! You blow toads! You're irregular, lopsided! You're soggy! You're a soggy sogster! Why don't you- / Bismarck: *SOGGY!* DID YOU JUST CALL ME SOGGY?! / [[Lincoln now has a black eye and is missing a tooth.]]
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| Imagination | [[Queen Elizabeth and Rasputin in frame together]]
/ Lizzie: Oh! Grigori! Have you seen Abraham around? / Rasputin: Hmm? Oh, yeah. He's over there. He's been acting pretty weird today. / [[Liz turn behind her and sees Abe behind her, he has something over his eyes.]] / Lizzie: Is he holding cardboard toilet paper rolls up to his eyes? Why is he holding cardboard toilet paper rolls up to his eyes? / Rasputin: I'm not entirely sure. Imaginary binoculars? / Lincoln [[with cardboard toilet paper rolls over his eyes]] Oh my gosh! A unicorn! http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=510 |
| This Is Where the Party Ends | Lincoln: So hey Zombie Mark Twain! Are you sure you're really a zombie? Haha! Because I've never seen you, like, shamble around a bunch or eat anyone's brains! / Zombie Mark Twain: Excuse me! I think I will be taking my leave of this party now. Good evening.
/ Queen Elizabeth II: Oh my! I also will retire. / Lincoln: What? Why's everyone leaving all of a sudden? / Jose de San Martin: I guess I probably ought to have this talk with you now. Dude, you are totally racist against zombies, and it needs to stop. / Lincoln: That's crazy! It's crazy! Some of my best friends are zombies! Besides, you can't be racist against zombies. They're not even human! Look at them! They've got green skin... and, and they're really stupid, and like, they're always doing crimes, and they're good at basketball! / Lincoln: oh I see / {{title text: I know politics bore you, but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=511 |
| Flags of our Forefathers | Lincoln: Dude Washington why'd you have to make the American flag so boring. Stars? Stripes? BO. RING. / Lincoln: Like half of all countries have a cooler flag than us. There are flags that have like a machete on them, or machine guns, or a two-headed killer eagle! / Washington: OK look. A) it's symbolic and like iconic and crap, B) machine guns and two-headed killer eagles weren't invented back then, and C) it was all Betsy Ross's idea anyway. / San Martin: You know who has one of the cooler flags? Mexico. It's got - / Lincoln: That's the one with the turkey fighting the snake! Yeah, that's pretty awesome. / San Martin: No, actually it's an eagle- / Lincoln: Who do you think wins when the turkey fights the snake?
/ Lincoln [thought]: I bet the turkey, 'cause he's faster and has venom. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=512 |
| Sound Defects | [[Lincoln is fleeing sound effects made into physical realities]]
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| 3-Way Calling | [[Lincoln on the phone]]
/ Lincoln: Y'ello, Abe here. Oh hey Edison! What it is, my man! / [[Edison on the phone]]
/ Edison: Hey dude, what are you up to? I was thinking of having a little thing at my place. There'd be food and video games and such! / Lincoln: Aw, sorry dude! I've got plans. Me and Tesla are going to a movie in a bit here. / [[Ghostly floating Tesla in the background behind Edison]]
/ Edison: You mean you still hang out with that guy? He's such a prancy know-it-all! I can't even stand to be around his face. / [[Edison's electrified skull is visible through his skin as he is zapped by a much larger ghostly floating Tesla surrounded by a blue corona]]
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| Vampire Dickens | Vampire Dickens: A boo hoo hoo! Woe is me! Boo hoo hoooo! / Lincoln: Vampire Charles Dickens! Why are you crying! I thought vampires couldn't even have any tears. / Vampire Dickens: *Sniff!* Oh, hey Lincoln. I'm just sad because I don't know what to do. No one here has a neck. / Lincoln: Oh! So you can't bite anybody's blood! / Vampire Dickens: I feel so vulnerable right now. Would you hold me? Just for a second?
/ Lincoln [[out of the frame]]: Oh, uh, all right. / OOPS.
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| Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter | [[Lincoln has two puncture wounds in forehead]]
/ Lincoln: All right you sack of undead crap, tell me where he's hiding. / Zombie Mark Twain: Excuse me? / Lincoln: Vampire Dickens! That son of a crock tricked me and sucked my blood! Out of my head! I know how you undead novelists like to be in league with each other for evil schemes, so out with it. / Zombie Mark Twain: Dogg, are we not friends? You know I ain't got truck with no dudes like Vampire Dickens. / Zombie Mark Twain: 'Sides, more as like to be you who's hanging out with that dude now. I mean, he put the chomps on you. Don't that mean you're a vampire now too? / Lincoln: Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you and assumed you were in league with an evil dude and maybe fantasized about staking you in the face a little. But come on, man! Everybody knows presidents have to be immune to vampires! You know what politics is like! / {{Hovertext: "The thought of an entire sack of undead crap frightens me immensely."}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=516 |
| Mr. Talks A Bunch | Lincoln: Hey Skeleton Shakespeare, I wanna talk to you. / Skeleton Shakespeare: OH LOOK AT THIS GUY MR. TALKS. MR. TALKS A BUNCH. MR. WANTS TO SAY HIS MUSHY FEELINGS INTO THE AIR. / Lincoln: WILL YOU CRAM A CLOCK IN IT I AM SICK TO CRAP OF THIS FAKE CONFIDENCE BULLHONKEY EVERYONE LIKED YOU BETTER WHEN YOU WERE A MEEK WUSS / [[Skeleton Shakespeare's flaming eyesockets slowly extinguish]] / Skeleton Shakespeare: Oh geez, oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I became a real jerky dude of no consideration nor care for anyone! Oh man... I-I screwed up so bad, oh William you idiot how did you think that would be an acceptable way to be you complete ---t fool of stupid ---e too ine-- able to ---'re alrea-- --ad such -errible excuse-- --nything even a Kleenex or a / Lincoln: Man, it's cool! It's OK, I just need you to tell me if you know where I can find Vampire Dickens. / [[Will's head obscures some of the words behind it]]
/ Skeleton Shakespeare: Aw geez! William you are a sorry sack! Y-you don't even know the answer to one lousy question, like, um, like where is one lousy Vampire Dickens. You are not one to help anyone Not even--
/ Lincoln: Actually, maybe you should go back to being that fake guy. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=517 |
| Enter the Vampire | [[Six bats flying around]] / [[Thirteen bats flying around]] / [[Geez, I dunno, fifty or more bats flying around]] / [[Bats coalesce into Vampire Charles Dickens' beard and hair]] / [[Three bats fly around Vampire Dickens]] / Lincoln: I can see the headline now: VAMPIRE MAKES DRAMATIC ENTRANCE WITH BATS EVERYONE SO SHOCKED http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=518 |
| Vampire Fight! | [[Lincoln has a stake and looks pretty angry]]
/ Lincoln: You sucked the wrong deceased ex-president's blood this time, Vampire Charles Dickens! / Vampire Charles Dickens (VCD): Good luck with that one, chump-banana. / [[The stake flies at VCD, presumably thrown by Lincoln]]
/ Lincoln (offscreen): Hya! / [[VCD changes into a bat]]
/ VCD: Poof! I'm a bat! / [[The stake flies again at VCD]]
/ Stake: STAB! / [[VCD changes back into a person]]
/ VCD: Poof! I'm a dude! / [[The stake flies at VCD]]
/ Lincoln (offscreen): GRAR! / [[VCD changes back into a bat]]
/ VCD: Poof! I'm a bat!
/ VCD (Batform): I can do this all night, bro. / [[Lincoln holding the stake, smiling]]
/ Lincoln: Haha, do you actually have to say "poof" to change forms? / [[Lincoln stilll holding the stake, frowning]]
/ Lincoln: Wait, does that work? Poof! I'm a unicorn!
/ Aww, nuts. / {{title text: Poof! Here's the alt text.}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=519 |
| Lincoln's Middle Name | [[Punxsutawney Phil is wearing a beanie hat with a propeller.]]
/ Punxsutawney Phil: Hey Mr. Lincoln, I learned in school today that you've got no middle name! How come you don't have one? / Lincoln: But I DO have a middle name! It's - / Washington: Abe, you don't have a middle name. For that matter, neither do I. Not having one used to be pretty common. Out of the first twenty presidents, only like 5 of them had middle names. / Lincoln: Oh, don't listen to him. The truth is all presidents are part of a secret president club where they give you a secret middle name if you don't have one. He's just embarrassed because his is "Whiskerbuns." Meanwhile, you can call me Abraham Tubbaluv Lincoln / [[Punxsutawney Phil looks through a book.]]
/ Punxsutawney Phil: That's not what they taught us in school... / Lincoln: Yeah, about that. Listen, that place you go every morning? That's not school. That is a dirt hole. In the ground. You are a woodchuck. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=520 |
| No Woman = No Cry | [[Lincoln has coffee. Let's hope it is SBC and not Charbuck's]]
/ Lincoln: Man, who ever knew Bob Marley was such a misogynist! / [[Washington is reading the paper]]
/ Washington:Yeah... wait, what?? / Lincoln: Come on man, don't be naive. "No Woman No Cry?" He's obviously saying that if you don't want there to be crying you should get rid of women. / Washington: Hahaha, what? That's not even a little bit like what the song is about. / Lincoln: Oh yeah, well art is subjective so that's what it's about to ME! / Washington: Well, uh, then doesn't that make you a misogynist? / Lincoln: No, it makes YOU an art Nazi! Jawohl! Jawohl, mein Fuhrer! Hey, don't give ME that look, lady! That's what HE's like! http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=521 |
| Lincoln's New Job | Lincoln [[Thinking to himself]] : Well Abe, you've finally landed your dream job. Ooh, I hope my boss is nice. Uh-oh! I'd better not be late on my first day! / SOON.
/ Shackleton [[With a pencil behind his ear]]: All right Jennifer the first rule of marketing is screw up and you're fired. Bang! I'm dropping a real crapper for your first assignment I figure even you ought to be able to handle. It's a PSA on the dangers of eating peach pits. Get on it. / Lincoln: My name's Abe. I don't think I even look like a Jennifer-
/ Shackleton [[out of the frame]]: Bang!
/ Lincoln: I'm on it! / PRESENTLY:
/ Lincoln: Well, here it is. What do you think, Boss? / [[Close up of Shackleton, pencil behind his ear, looking critical, he is your (and Abe's) worst boss nightmare come to life in floating disembodied head form]] / [[View of Shackleton, pencil behind his ear, from behind, the poster is now visible, it reads: "PEACH PITS THEY'RE BAD NEWS IF YOU ARE A BEAR" and in smaller type: "YOU KNOW LIKE BAD NEWS BEARS? ANYWAY IT'S BAD FOR HUMANS TOO" a picture of a peach pit with a red circle and stripe like a no smoking sign and underneath, still in the smaller type: "DON'T EAT THEM, OK"]]
/ Shackleton: Yeah all right we'll go with that. Good work Janet. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=522 |
| Young Martha Washington | [[Lincoln and Washington are chatting, Abe looks a little worried]]
/ Washington: So get this, THEN I'm making out with four chicks at once and objectifying the crap out of them and-
/ Lincoln: George, cheese it! It's Young Martha Washington!! / [[Young Martha in frame, she's kind of a looker. Her freckles are so cute.]] / [[A black umbrella appears next to Martha.]]
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| Here's to you, Mrs. Washington | Lincoln: So uh, hey Young Martha Washington. Uh, so I noticed you whomped me pretty good on the head with your umbrella. / Young Martha: You seem like quite an observant fellow. / Lincoln: Yeah, um, people say that about me! Well, not often. Anyway, um! I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime for um a milkshake or something! / Young Martha: Hoho! I must say, your pickup line could use work. / Lincoln: Oh! I can do way better than that!! / Lincoln: Uhhh, hey baby... You wanna ride my caboose? Cuz I've been *train*ing all day long. / Lincoln: Uh, w-wait. I, uh... Um. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=524 |
| Turnabout Is Fair Play | Washington: Dude, what gives! I heard you asked out Young Martha! / Lincoln: Yeah, she said I should work on my sales pitch and get back to her. Then she called me a Real Champ and punched my arm. / Washington: Whatever! Not the point! Dude, that's my wife. You can't just ask out my wife! / Lincoln: Uh, yeah I can. For one thing "til death do us part" and B) you totally dated Mary Todd a while ago. / Washington: Psh! PSSSSH. / Washington: PSSSSSSSSSSSSH. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=525 |
| All the Latest Gossip | Punxsutawney Phil: Man José, did you hear the latest creepy weirdness Lincoln and Washington are up to?
/ José de San Martin: Nah, dude, you know I been busy working on a new kind of popcorn for cats. / Punxsutawney Phil: Oh, uh, right. Well anyways so a while back if you don't remember, Washington was like all up ons with Mary Todd, right, and that was kinda weird already but whatever it's George. So NOW Abe is like making forwards at Georgie Boy's wife! That is some creepy wife-swap crap right there. / José de San Martin: Wait, Abe's /puttin' it on/ towards Martha? Isn't she, like, old as bones? / Punxsutawney Phil: No, dude! This is /Young Martha/ we're talking about! / José de San Martin: Oh! Well, that's a horse of a different color! I mean, the whole situational dynamic is for sure pretty weird, but I can't blame a dude for tryin' to lay one skinny on a chick fine as that. / José de San Martin [[Picturing an angry Young Martha with an umbrella]]: Plus she's got, like, a good mind and stuff. / [[Punxsutawney Phil alone in the frame, in sort of a close-up, he has a disbelieving expression (for a groundhog)]] http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=526 |
| New Inventions | Lincoln: Daaang, it's been a long time since I invented any awesome new things for the world! I gotta get on that! / [[Lincoln turns around quickly, facing backward]] / [[Lincoln turns back around quickly, facing forward. He is now wearing awesome green shades.]]
/ Lincoln: All right! / [[Lincoln is now reading in a little black book with the shades up on his forehead.]]
/ Now, let's see... what's next on my list of things to invent? / [[The book is visible, the page has a list of ideas, all but the last are crossed out. robot lumberjack, doily launcher, thing that makes clanky sound but I don't know why, cannibal repellent, mirror that works on vampires, reverse engineer Lucky Charms, and (uncrossed) dog sliders for if your dog refuses to move]] / Lincoln [[looking speculative]]: I... really am retarded. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=527 |
| Unreliabilty in Narration | Lincoln [[sort of angrily]]: Hey! Hey Poe! What the crock is this, man? I just read your story "The Tell-Tale Heart" and it makes no sense! The guy says over and over how he's not crazy, but he's obviously /so crazy/. / Poe: Oh, well yeah, that's called an unreliable narrator and it's- / Lincoln: No, but look, it doesn't make any sense! He's talking about how he creepily sticks his head into an old dude's room at night for basically no reason and it takes him a whole hour to do and then he goes, "Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this?" Yes! That is freakin' nuts, you maniac! / Poe [[Angrily]]: Now see here! It's an intentional stylistic device! The whole POINT is that he's crazy and if you- / Lincoln [[Making a PSSSSH face, eyes closed, mouth pursed]]: I can't believe they let you print such a ludicrous story, in America of all places. You ought to be ashamed.
/ Poe [[from out of the frame]]: GRAH! / SOON
/ [[All that is visible is an expanse of finely grained wood]]
/ Lincoln: Um, hello? I seem to be stuck under some floorboards? I uh, didn't read all the way to the end. Does the old guy escape? http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=528 |
| Knock Knock | Lincoln: Oh man! Freud! I totally just thought of a new knock-knock joke! Knock knock. / Freud [[with a cigar]]: Uh, who's there? / Lincoln: Helen!
/ Freud [[out of the frame]]: Huh?
/ Lincoln: Helen Damnation! / Freud: I don't get it, you're a man named Helen? Is that the joke? Is this a transgender thing? / Lincoln: No! Look, just pretend it's a guy's name or something. The joke is like, you know, Hell and damn-- / Freud: Helen is a girl's name. / {{Alt text: I'm sorry, I just can't relate to these strange transgender jokes.}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=529 |
| Discussion of the Gods | Lincoln: Hahaha, whaaat? No way. No way Thor does that! / Ichlor: I telling you man! All that guy do all day is sit around in viking hat and think of more things to pee in. / Lincoln: Haha, all right. Well what about Zeus? Do you know that guy? / Ichlor: Ugh! Don't get Ichlor started! / Ichlor: "GUYS GUYS YOU HEARD ABOUT HOW *BIG* MY LIGHTNING IS??? YEAH I BONE A GIRL THEN TURN HER INTO COW PRETTY COOL RIGHT" / Ichlor: Big friggin' deal. Ichlor once bone a giant crab, then turn it into great state of California. / [[Alt text: When I showed my wife this comic she said, 'I guess that explains the San Andreas fault!' I GUESS IT DOES!]] http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=530 |
| Memory Aids | Lincoln: Man, I am such a doofus sometimes! / Washington: Can't argue with you there! / [[Lincoln is looking nonpussed in a circular frame between previous and following frames]] / Lincoln: Anyway, as I was saying, earlier I was sitting around and it was cold but I just totally forgot that I could go get a sweater, so I just sat there being cold. Like a doofus! / Washington: Whenever I have a problem like that, I just stick a sticky-note to my face so I can't forget! / Lincoln: Hey, that could work! Gee, George, it's really unlike you to be so helpful! / LATER:
/ Lincoln [[In a close-up, has three sticky notes on his face, one says "Sweater" and is thrice underlined, one says "Learn Internet", and the last one says "Parakeet?"]]: Oh. / {{Alt text: Man now I'm going to get a bunch of hate mail from doofuses for being insensitive. :(}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=531 |
| Gesticulation | Lincoln: So yeah, speaking of barf-
/ Washington [[out of frame]]: We weren't-
/ Lincoln: I was thinking, you know how the like symbol for barf is sticking your finger in your mouth kinda? / Lincoln: But then if you just point your finger at your mouth, basically the same gesture but outside your mouth, that's just like "I want food." Like, why do such similar things mean such different stuff! / Washington: I don't understand. Can you show me the different gestures? / Lincoln: Why, sure! It's like... / Lincoln: It's... it's er uhhhh / SOON:
/ Lincoln [[reading a yellow and black book whose title is "Gestures for DUDES WHO ARE WAY DUMB" and whose cover says "That's you."]]: "Step 1: have hands." Aw dangit. http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=532 |
| Walls | Lincoln: Hey Amelia! You here? I somehow messed up my laptop so it only works upside down. / Amelia: Oh, um, hey Abe. I don't know if anyone ever told you, but you should probably at least knock before you just come into a lady's home. / Young Martha: Amelia? Who's at the door? Oh. Hey, Lincoln. / Lincoln: Ho ho! What's going on here?? Some kind of...escapades? / Queen Elizabeth II: We're having a slumber party! / Lincoln: Oh hey Liz WOW this is a pretty cool wall I'm looking at. / Lincoln: So anyway uh so can you fix my computer Amelia? / Amelia: Maybe later? / Lincoln: Oh OK. / Lincoln: So um hey Young Martha how's it going. Do you like walls? Because I think they are pretty good. / Lincoln: Doin' good man, doin' good. Who doesn't like walls? Probably no one. / {{I find that walls can be useful for keeping out creepy guys, for example}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=533 |
| Loving Lovers in Love | [[Abe is running whilst talking to himself.]]
/ Abe: Man. Way to go. You really are like the biggest of all Cassanovas all right. / Abe: "I'm Abe Lincoln. I think I'll awkwardly hang around and stare at the wall like a weirdo creep until the girl I like has to politely show me to the door." / [[Taft appears in the background, apparently in a compromising situation with a woman. Abe stops, his silhouette in the foreground.]]
/ Abe: OK what is this crock. / Abe: Hey love-jerks, get a room! / [[Taft turns around.]]
/ Taft: Oh, hey Lincoln. I don't think you've met my wife-- / [[Abe has his eyes closed. He's shouting.]]
/ Abe: A room with thick lead walls! And it's inside a bigger room! And that room turns out to be a room inside your own mind and it was all a crazy dream! / {{Title text: Guys Helen Herron Taft had totally crazy hair. Armed with this knowledge, you are now ready to go into the world and impress your friends and relatives.}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=534 |
| Treeface | Abraham Lincoln [[in darkness]]: Hmm I bet if I even -have- power tools they'd be down here in the basement.
/ Where's the dumb light. / < http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=535 |
| Broc it to me | [[Ernest Shackleton has a pencil behind his ear]]
/ Shackleton: Lincoln! You're only three minutes early for work today. The first rule of marketing is to shape up or ship out. Bang! / Lincoln: Sorry Mr. Shackleton! I'll do better! / Shackleton: Sorry only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, Betty. Now I've got another great big Hoover of a job for you today. An ad to make kids eat broccoli. Get on it. / Lincoln: But Mr. Shackleton! Kids won't eat broccoli at gunpoint! That's like the first thing Aristotle discovered when he invented science. / Shackleton: Listen up, Betty. If i wanted "buts" out of you, I'd smoke a pack of Virginia Slims. Do the thing, or munch my boots. Your choice. / [[Lincoln stands beside a broccoli poster. The poster broccoli has its eyes closed and is doing the rock horns with it's fingers]]
/ Soon:
/ Poster: ROCK OUT WITH YOUR BROC OUT AMIRITE KIDS? / {{title text: Tragically, 46 children were killed before Aristotle was forced to call the experiment a failure.}} http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=536 |
| Pot Luck | Lincoln: Hey man Charles Darwin! Haven't seen you in a while, dude! What've you been up to? / Darwin: Oh, the usual. Getting older, thinking about life and what I've made of it. / Lincoln: Ah, yeah, cool, I did that once. / Darwin: O-Oh yeah? / Lincoln: Yeah, but then I realized that if I ever stop to reflect on stuff, it really gets in the way of doing completely stupid things all the time.
/ Darwin: Um... / Lincoln: Anyway! The reason I came over is I'm taking bets on whether I'll pass out after getting whacked with a hammer while wearing this pot on my head. 3 to 1 I'm out cold within 5 blows! You can't beat those odds! http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=537 |
| Being Nice | Abraham Lincoln: There is too much of mean dudes and jerks in this work-a-day world. Good thing Abe Lincoln is here to set things straight! Starting NOW, I am going to be so nice to everyone and fix this crazy planet! / Abe [[to Queen Elizabeth II]]: Liz, baby! Lookin' great! That crown really brings out your eyes! / Abe [[to Grigori Rasputin]]: Dude! Great beard! keep it up! / Abe [[to George Washington]]: George, Georgie boy, Georgerino! I've always respected you, man. How do you do it? Stay gold, man! Stay gold. / Abe [[to Amelia Earhart]]: Amelia Earhart! You are one classy lady! A fine classy lady indeed! / Abe [[to Edgar Allan Poe]]: Hey Poe! You're--
/ Hurk!
/ Excuse me! [[a red lollipop comes out of Abe's mouth]]
/ Poe: Uh, is that a lollipop? / [[Abe spits up three marshmallows]]
/ Poe [[offscreen]]: And... marshmallows? / < http://thinkin-lincoln.com/index.php?strip_id=538 |
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