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We're into education now. Lyle: As you know, last week's strips were mainly about wieners and boners. / Philippe: It bothered you, and it bothered us. / [[Mr. Bear and Todd in the garden, Mr. Bear is watering plants]] / Mr. Bear: But we're changing things around here. / Todd: Achewood is singing a different tune. / Lie Bot: We're redeeming ourselves. It's time we gave something back. / Philippe: We're into education now. / Lyle: Education. / [[Téodor appears wearing only a headband]] / Téodor: Hey, sorry I missed house meeting. I was being naked in my room. What's up? / {{title text: These dudes will never change.}}
Achewood - January 28, 2003 [[Roast Beef wakes up in his hotel room with a beard]] / Roast Beef: [[Thinking]] Ugh, I feel like someone pinched my nose and puked in my mouth / Roast Beef: Ray man wake up / Ray what did we get into last night / Ray: ain't gonna wake up / [[Ray pulls his blanket over his head]] / Ray: gonna skip a day / thank you / [[Roast Beef finds a book]] / Roast Beef: What's with this notebook Man did we write all this / What in the dogg / Roast Beef: Must be a hundred pages here / "I ain't never woke up/To no ladies sayin' thanks/The only women at my door/Just want to know what stanks" / {{Alt Text: we all want to skip a day}}
Achewood - January 28, 2004 YESTERDAY IN ACHEWOOD: / Ray: MOMMMM! ROAST BEEF WANTS TO KISS GIRLS ON THE TITTIES! / TODAY. / Ray: My mom says I gotta come out here and apologize to you. / Roast Beef: Gee THANKS Ray that sounds so SINCERE / Roast Beef: How come you had to go and yell that about my private ideas Now she's gonna call my mom and I'm gonna get put on Punishment / Ray: She ain't gonna call your mom, Beef! My mom would never call 7-11! / Roast Beef: You sure / Ray: Yeah! I think the only store my mom even KNOWS about is Neiman Marcus! / Roast Beef: Man that is a huge relief My mom gets off work way after Neiman Marcus closes / Ray: Does your mom even know what Neiman Marcus is? / Roast Beef: She used to buy meth from their piano player
Achewood - January 28, 2005: Ray is high under the table [[Ray is sitting under a table with another Ray standing beside it.]] / Standing Ray (hallucination): Hey, guy! Don't be blue! It don't suit you! / Ray: Huh? / [[Teodor is standing in the hallucination's place.]] / Teodor: I said there's no food. Should we order some? / Ray: I..I really don't know. / [[Pause. Teodor leaves.]] / Ray (thinking): I disappointed him. / Ray (thinking): I wonder if he likes soccer. Maybe we could do a thing. / Ray (on phone): Hey Teodor, do you like soccer? / Ray (on phone): Not really? / Ray (thinking): Man that was stupid of COURSE Teodor doesn't like sports / He listens to The Cure / [[Ray writes "The Cure" on a piece of wood.]] / Ray (thinking): This is perfect. The driftwood will remind him about eternity. / Ray: Here, man. I'm sorry about all that. We cool? / [[Teodor holds driftwood, astonished.]] / {{Alt text: Do you Know Todd}}
Achewood - January 28, 2005: Ray is high under the table [[Ray is sitting under a table with another Ray standing beside it.]] / Standing Ray (hallucination): Hey, guy! Don't be blue! It don't suit you! / Ray: Huh? / [[Teodor is standing in the hallucination's place.]] / Teodor: I said there's no food. Should we order some? / Ray: I..I really don't know. / [[Pause. Teodor leaves.]] / Ray (thinking): I disappointed him. / Ray (thinking): I wonder if he likes soccer. Maybe we could do a thing. / Ray (on phone): Hey Teodor, do you like soccer? / Ray (on phone): Not really? / Ray (thinking): Man that was stupid of COURSE Teodor doesn't like sports / He listens to The Cure / [[Ray writes "The Cure" on a piece of wood.]] / Ray (thinking): This is perfect. The driftwood will remind him about eternity. / Ray: Here, man. I'm sorry about all that. We cool? / [[Teodor holds driftwood, astonished.]] / {{Alt text: Do you Know Todd}}
Philippe's mom phones [[A phone on a table]] / <> / [[Philippe has picked up the phone]] / Philippe: Hello? Oh, hi mom! How are you? Huuugs! / [[He looks down at his feet]] / Philippe: Yeahhh, I think I might be a little taller... So what's new at home? / [[Philippe looks shocked]] / Philippe: But...but you don't need anybody new! You already love Dad! I know he's in Heaven now! But...but... / Narrator: LATER / [[Philippe in bed with paw over eyes]] / <>
 
Achewood - January 29, 2003 [[Cell phone rings]] / <> / [[Roast Beef, still wearing a Lincoln beard, answers the phone]] / Roast Beef: Uh yes helllo / Roast Beef: Oh hey Teodor / [[Notorious L.I.N.C.O.L.N. artifacts on floor]] / Roast Beef: Well we doin' pretty bad actually / Roast Beef: We cracked into a case of Blue Nun widemouths at like 3 AM last night / Roast Beef: What was that / Roast Beef: Heh heh that's right / Roast Beef: "The wine so bad it made the news"
Achewood - January 29, 2004 [[Mr. Bear sits in a comfortable easy chair reading a newspaper]] / Mr. Bear: Hm, hm / Mr. Bear: Looks like Kerry's going to take the nomination... / [[Philippe enters]] / Philippe: What, Mr. Bear? / Mr. Bear: The Democrats are deciding who they want to run against President Bush, Philippe. / Philippe: It's Democrats and Republicans, right? / Mr. Bear: Those are the two main American political parties. / Philippe: Which one's better? / Mr. Bear: It's not that simple, I'm afraid. There are good and bad things about both parties. / Philippe: Why don't they just make one party out of all the good things? / Mr. Bear: Sigh. / Mr. Bear: I wish it were that easy, Philippe. / [[Soon, Philippe stands behind a wooden crate with a sign crudely inscribed with "Philippe for America!" and "I am happy to be your president"]]
Achewood - January 29, 2004 Cornelius Bear: Hm, Hm Looks like Kerry's going to take the nomination... / Philippe: What, Mr. Bear? / Cornelius Bear: The Democrats are deciding who they want to run against President Bush, Philippe. / Philippe: It's Democrats and Republicans, right? / Cornelius Bear: Those are the two main American political parties. / Philippe: Which one's better? / Cornelius Bear: It's not that simple, I'm afraid. There are good and bad things about both parties. / Philippe: Why don't they just make one party out of all the good things> / Cornelius Bear: Sigh I wish it were that easy, Philippe. / [[Philippe is sitting at a small desk happily, on which is written "PHILIPPE FOR AMERICA! I AM HAPPY TO BE YOUR PRESIDENT"]]
Achewood - January 29, 2004 Cornelius Bear: Hm, Hm Looks like Kerry's going to take the nomination... / Philippe: What, Mr. Bear? / Cornelius Bear: The Democrats are deciding who they want to run against President Bush, Philippe. / Philippe: It's Democrats and Republicans, right? / Cornelius Bear: Those are the two main American political parties. / Philippe: Which one's better? / Cornelius Bear: It's not that simple, I'm afraid. There are good and bad things about both parties. / Philippe: Why don't they just make one party out of all the good things? / Cornelius Bear: Sigh I wish it were that easy, Philippe. / [[Philippe is sitting at a small desk happily, on which is written "PHILIPPE FOR AMERICA! I AM HAPPY TO BE YOUR PRESIDENT"]]
Achewood - January 29, 2007 [[Ray is driving in his car]] / Sign: SPEEDING TICKETS AVAILABLE AHEAD! / Ray: Man, what is with these sassy new traffic signs they got poppin' up everywhere? / Sign: IS TODAY THE DAY YOUR SPEED HURTS A CHILD? / Ray [looking away from the road]: Jesus, people! Less drama, already! / <> / Ray: OH DEAR GOD NO! / Sign: THAT IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU CRUSH A CHILD'S BODY INTO LIFELESS MUCK / SPEED BUMP DONATED BY / WALNUT SREET PARENTS ASSOCIATION
Achewood - January 29, 2007 [[Ray is driving in his car]] / [[Traffic sign with a picture of a police car]] / Sign: SPEEDING TICKETS AVAILABLE AHEAD! / Ray: Man, what is with these sassy new traffic signs they got poppin' up everywhere? / [[Ray looks to the side in dismay]] / [[A sign with a picture of a child with a bike]] / Sign: IS TODAY THE DAY YOUR SPEED HURTS A CHILD? / Ray [looking away from the road]: Jesus, people! Less drama, already! / <> / [[Ray turns to the front in horror]] / Ray: OH DEAR GOD NO! / [[Sign with a picture of a gravestone reading R.I.P.]] / Sign: THAT IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU CRUSH A CHILD'S BODY INTO LIFELESS MUCK / SPEED BUMP DONATED BY / WALNUT STREET PARENTS ASSOCIATION / {{Alt text: Is this only a California thing? I hope so.}}
Political cartoonists are all hacks [[Lyle wears a suit and stands in the cradboard TV]] / Narrator: ACHEWOOD, THE NATIONALLY SYNDICATED POLITICAL CARTOON / Lyle: Let's see: Texas, Big Energy, political nepotism...are we talking about Enron or George W. here? / <> / [[Lyle brings up a megaphone]] / Lyle: So Bush Sr. vomits on the Japanese Prime Minister, Bush Jr. asphyxiates on a pretzel...who taught these guys table manners? Millie? / <> / [[Lyle stands in front of a washbasin mirror in a singlet]] / Narrator: LATER / Lyle: I'm such a fraud / Lyle: This is so empty / {{title text: All hail the elaborately cross-hatched deadwood one-liner}}
Political cartoonists are all hacks [[Lyle wears a suit and stands in the cardboard TV]] / Narrator: ACHEWOOD, THE NATIONALLY SYNDICATED POLITICAL CARTOON / Lyle: Let's see: Texas, Big Energy, political nepotism...are we talking about Enron or George W. here? / <> / [[Lyle brings up a megaphone]] / Lyle: So Bush Sr. vomits on the Japanese Prime Minister, Bush Jr. asphyxiates on a pretzel...who taught these guys table manners? Millie? / <> / [[Lyle stands in front of a washbasin mirror in a singlet]] / Narrator: LATER / Lyle: I'm such a fraud / Lyle: This is so empty / {{title text: All hail the elaborately cross-hatched deadwood one-liner}}
Achewood - January 30, 2003 Ray: Uh, Beef? Did y-you use cash or credit card for this place? / Roast Beef: Cash Guy wouldn't even LOOK at my credit card Why you askin anyway / [[Ray looks down at bed]] / Roast Beef: [[thought balloon]] Oh my god / Roast Beef: Ray don't tell me you made PICKLES in this bed / Ray: Man, let's get OUTTA here! / [[SOON]] / Ray: I can't believe you made us take this stanky sheet! What are we gonna DO with it?! / Roast Beef: Take it out into the woods and shoot it I guess / Ray: What if someone finds it?! They could test for my DNA! / Roast Beef: A turd with a bullet in it ain't exactly 5 O'Clock News Ray / {{title text: I know over 2 guys who have done this}}
Achewood - January 30, 2003 [[Ray sits in bed]] / Ray: Uh, Beef? Did y-you use cash or credit card for this place? / [[Roast Beef is wearing an Abe Lincoln beard and holding a stovepipe hat]] / Roast Beef: Cash / Roast Beef: Guy wouldn't even LOOK at my credit card / Roast Beef: Why you askin anyway / [[Ray looks down at bed]] / Roast Beef: [[thought balloon]] Oh my god / Roast Beef: Ray don't tell me you made PICKLES in this bed / Ray: Man, let's get outta here! / [[SOON]] / Ray: I can't believe you made us take this stanky sheet! What are we gonna DO with it?! / Roast Beef: Take it out into the woods and shoot it I guess / Ray: What if someone finds it?! They could test for my DNA! / Roast Beef: A turd with a bullet in it ain't exactly 5 O'Clock News Ray / {{title text: I know over 2 guys who have done this}}
 
Achewood - January 30, 2004 [[PHILLIPE at desk with sign - "Phillippe for America - I Am Happy to Be Your President; TEODOR opening closet]] / PHILLIPE: Teodor! I'd like to talk with you about my campaign! / TEODOR: I'm just trying to get some paper towels, Phillippe. / PHILLIPE: I need your vote, but I want to EARN it! / TEODOR: Okay, okay. I'm listening. / PHILLIPE: Ahem. / [[PHILLIPE, with suddenly serious countenance, lecturing TEODOR from the desk]] / PHILLIPE: Did you know that every night, people all across Americago to bed sad? / TEODOR: Is that a statistic? / PHILLIPE: Yes. / TEODOR: Well, how are you going to cure sadness? / PHILLIPE: I will give every American a little puppy dog named Mr. Poopytime! / PHILLIPE: It is my firm belief that little puppy dogs named Mr. Poopytime will bring our country together! / {{META-TAG: That's the little Donald Trump YOU'RE FIRED thing he's doing with his hand there in the last panel}}
Achewood - January 30, 2004 [[PHILIPPE at desk with sign - "Philippe for America - I Am Happy to Be Your President"; TÉODOR opening closet]] / PHILIPPE: Téodor! I'd like to talk with you about my campaign! / TÉODOR: I'm just trying to get some paper towels, Philippe. / PHILIPPE: I need your vote, but I want to EARN it! / TÉODOR: Okay, okay. I'm listening. / PHILIPPE: Ahem. / [[PHILIPPE, with suddenly serious countenance, lecturing TÉODOR from the desk]] / PHILIPPE: Did you know that every night, people all across America go to bed sad? / TÉODOR: Is that a statistic? / PHILIPPE: Yes. / TÉODOR: Well, how are you going to cure sadness? / PHILIPPE: I will give every American a little puppy dog named Mr. Poopytime! / PHILIPPE: It is my firm belief that little puppy dogs named Mr. Poopytime will bring our nation together! / {{META-TAG: That's the little Donld [sic] Trump YOU'RE FIRED thing he's doing there with his hand in the last panel}}
Achewood - January 30, 2007 <> / Roast Beef: Showbiz died / Roast Beef: uh hello who is it please / Ray: I'm mixin' 7 & 7's, dude! You want one too, right? / Roast Beef: Ray is that you man it's like four o'clock in the morning / Ray: Hey, let's call that new sandwich place downtown! Neutrino's? Terry says they do a really long Reuben. Like a foot. / Ray: We'll get Ruffles, turn on some music! Here, here's your 7 & 7. / <> / Roast Beef: Oh my god he's sleep-chillin'! / Ray: Careful, dogg. That drink's delicious, but it ain't permanent. Here, take mine while I mix up another. / <> / {{The sleepy gray cat has gone to help his asleep partying friend cat.}}
Achewood - January 30, 2007 [[Roast Beef asleep in bed]] / <> / [[Roast Beef's eyes open]] / Roast Beef: Showbiz died / [[Roast Beef, still in bed, talking on a cellphone, looking tired. Molly is asleep beside him.]] / Roast Beef: uh hello who is it please / Ray: (On the phone) I'm mixin' 7 & 7's, dude! You want one too, right? / Roast Beef: Ray is that you man it's like four o'clock in the morning / Ray: Hey, let's call that new sandwich place downtown! Neutrino's? Terry says they do a really long Reuben. Like a foot. / Ray: We'll get Ruffles, turn on some music! Here, here's your 7 & 7. / <<(Sound over the phone) CRASH!>> / Roast Beef: (Thinks) Oh my god he's sleep-chillin'! / Ray: Careful, dogg. That drink's delicious, but it ain't permanent. Here, take mine while I mix up another. / <<(Sound over the phone) CRASH!>> / [[Roast Beef is gone. Molly, still in bed, has pulled a pillow over her head.]] / {{Alt text: The sleepy gray cat has gone to help his asleep partying friend cat.}}
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Ray's problem in the kitchen [[Ray stands outside a window, Philippe can be seen inside]] / Ray: Hey little guy, you seen Téodor? / Philippe: Hi Ray! / Ray: I got issues with a dish I'm makin'. / Philippe: Téodor is taking a nap. / Téodor's voice: I'm awake! / [[Téodor replaces Philippe at the window]] / Téodor: What's not working out for you? / Ray: My tuna tartare came out all ill. I can't tell what the problem is. / [[Téodor sits at a table, tasting while Ray stands and watches]] / Téodor: Hm. Did you separate out the muscle tissue and remove the silvery stuff before dicing it? / Ray: No, man. I didn't. / Téodor: Most people don't. Try that, and add some minced chives to this wasabe dressing. / Ray thinks: Damn, that's a good idea. / {{title text: toasted sesame seeds might be better}}
Achewood - January 31, 2003 [[Roast Beef and Ray are in a car. Roast Beef, driving, has an Abraham Lincoln beard, and is talking to Ray.]] / Roast Beef: No you CAN'T throw it out the window that is a FEDERAL offense / Roast Beef: Not to mention just plain rude / Ray: Beef, I'm gonna be SICK if I gotta keep holdin' onto this thing! / Roast Beef: You gotta be sick just be sick in that sheet / Roast Beef: I don't think you can hurt its feelings too much more at this point / Roast Beef: Man I been hung over before but you take the cake Ray / Ray: Dang, Beef! This ain't no regular hangover! This is the big one! / [[External shot of car]] / Ray: I...I'm talkin' physical therapy! Wheelchairs and stuff! Speakin' at high schools! / {{title text: i...am...here...to tell you not to get a hangover}}
 
Achewood - January 31, 2006 [[Ray is on the phone.]] / Ray: Yeah, I'm callin' to register for the 2006 Great Outdoor Fight. / Ray: What? / Ray: Qualifyin' rounds be damned. I'm BOC. / {{BOC = Blood-of-Champion.}} / Ray: 1973. Rodney Leonard Stubbs. I'm his son. / Ray: Hell yes I can prove it. You name the place. I call you or your local representative out. / Ray: Okay, hold on. I gotta grab a pen. / [[Ray rummages through his dresser drawers for a pen.]] / Ray: Hey, sorry 'bout that. Yeah. Ramada Inn, by the airport, room 215. Thanks. / [[The note Ray has written is completely illegible - a large R, a large A, "2...5?", and what looks like some ü's are scribbled on the page.]] / Ray: Oh, whose ass am I kicking? Yours, or another guy? / Ray: Seriously? Envelópe Martinez? Fight Champion 1997? Nice! / Ray: Alright, thanks Aaron. / [[Ray begins dialing another phone number.]] / <><><><> / Ray: Envelópe! It's Ray, across the street! / Ray: Listen, man! You know how I agreed to stop callin' the police over your animatronic nativity scene? / Ray: Yeah, I got a favor. / {{Alt-text: The assumption of this comic is that you all are familiar with my neighbor}}
Achewood - January 31, 2007 [[Ray reading the news paper in a chair while wearing a robe or a smoking jacket]] / Ray: It's like, you shouldn't eat an animal unless you're capable of killin' it with your own hands. / Ray: Way much people are signin' up for this class. / [[Roast Beef is alongside Ray in the panel holding a bottle]] / Roast Beef: What's the deal like you glock a cow behind Whole Foods or something / [[Ray standing next to a cow at night; looking around]] / [[Ray shoots the cow with a gun held sideways while shouting]] / <> / Ray: FOOD CHAIN! GET USED TO IT! / [[Ray sees the cow fall over]] / <> / [[Ray pondering]] / Ray: ...I shouldn't have yelled at him. That was uncalled for. / [[Ray back in the chair with Roast Beef]] / Ray: No, man. We shavin' our heads and curbin' a mussel. / Roast Beef: All on a Williams-Sonoma silicone curb mat with a trhough that collects the juices.
Ray Glocks a Cow [[Ray reading the news paper in a chair while wearing a robe or a smoking jacket]] / Ray: It's like, you shouldn't eat an animal unless you're capable of killin' it with your own hands. / Ray: Way much people are signin' up for this class. / [[Roast Beef is alongside Ray in the panel holding a bottle]] / Roast Beef: What's the deal like you glock a cow behind Whole Foods or something / [[Ray standing next to a cow at night; looking around]] / [[Ray shoots the cow with a gun held sideways while shouting]] / <> / Ray: FOOD CHAIN! GET USED TO IT! / [[Ray sees the cow fall over]] / <> / [[Ray pondering]] / Ray: ...I shouldn't have yelled at him. That was uncalled for. / [[Ray back in the chair with Roast Beef]] / Ray: No, man. We shavin' our heads and curbin' a mussel. / Roast Beef: All on a Williams-Sonoma silicone curb mat with a trhough that collects the juices. / {{alt text: Ray was on a stool when he glocked the cow.}}
Achewood - January 31, 2007 [[Ray reading the newspaper in a chair while wearing a robe or a smoking jacket]] / Ray: It's like, you shouldn't eat an animal unless you're capable of killin' it with your own hands. / Ray: Way much people are signin' up for this class. / [[Roast Beef is alongside Ray in the panel holding a bottle]] / Roast Beef: What's the deal like you glock a cow behind Whole Foods or something / [[Ray standing next to a cow at night; looking around]] / [[Ray shoots the cow with a gun held sideways while shouting]] / <> / Ray: FOOD CHAIN! GET USED TO IT! / [[Ray sees the cow fall over]] / <> / [[Ray pondering]] / Ray: ...I shouldn't have yelled at him. That was uncalled for. / [[Ray back in the chair with Roast Beef. Ray looks annoyed.]] / Ray: No, man. We shavin' our heads and curbin' a mussel. / Roast Beef: All on a Williams-Sonoma silicone curb mat with a trough that collects the juices. / {{Alt text: Ray was on a stool when he glocked the cow.}}
Achewood - January 31, 2007 [[Ray reading the news paper in a chair while wearing a robe or a smoking jacket]] / Ray: It's like, you shouldn't eat an animal unless you're capable of killin' it with your own hands. / Ray: Way much people are signin' up for this class. / [[Roast Beef is alongside Ray in the panel holding a bottle]] / Roast Beef: What's the deal like you glock a cow behind Whole Foods or something / [[Ray standing next to a cow at night; looking around]] / [[Ray shoots the cow with a gun held sideways while shouting]] / <> / Ray: FOOD CHAIN! GET USED TO IT! / [[Ray sees the cow fall over]] / <> / [[Ray pondering]] / Ray: ...I shouldn't have yelled at him. That was uncalled for. / [[Ray back in the chair with Roast Beef]] / Ray: No, man. We shavin' our heads and curbin' a mussel. / Roast Beef: All on a Williams-Sonoma silicone curb mat with a trough that collects the juices.
Achewood - January 31, 2007 [[Ray reading the news paper in a chair while wearing a robe or a smoking jacket]] / Ray: It's like, you shouldn't eat an animal unless you're capable of killin' it with your own hands. / Ray: Way much people are signin' up for this class. / [[Roast Beef is alongside Ray in the panel holding a bottle]] / Roast Beef: What's the deal like you glock a cow behind Whole Foods or something / [[Ray standing next to a cow at night; looking around]] / [[Ray shoots the cow with a gun held sideways while shouting]] / <> / Ray: FOOD CHAIN! GET USED TO IT! / [[Ray sees the cow fall over]] / <> / [[Ray pondering]] / Ray: ...I shouldn't have yelled at him. That was uncalled for. / [[Ray back in the chair with Roast Beef]] / Ray: No, man. We shavin' our heads and curbin' a mussel. / Roast Beef: All on a Williams-Sonoma silicone curb mat with a trough that collects the juices.
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Pat, I Am Like You Now. (January 31, 2010) Ray: Pat, man! I compost now! I'm just like you! / Pat: Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Which system are you using--a Lijlson-Greaves ratio, or an open Tanoku matrix? / Ray: I throw leftovers on the ground, man! In a little wire cage! / Pat: Whoah, whoah, whoah. That's not composting. There are very strict rules. / Ray: Dude, I put my extra cheese and nasty hard tortillas in an area. They get all rotty. A fly has a baby. Dirt is born. / Ray: Share this moment with me. / Pat: No, no, NO! DEAD wrong! Jesus CHRIST, Ray! / Ray: We talkin' 'bout makin' dirt here, Pat! Dirt ain't exactly nature's choosiest substance when it comes to havin' recently been other stuff! / Pat: People have done a LOT of work figuring this out! Your arrogant newbie blasphemy is . . . / Pat: . . . it's an AFFRONT to the DIGNITY of SOIL! / Ray: STUFF IS ON THE GROUND IN MY YARD! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, SUCKER! / Ray: DO YOU WANT TO SAY HI? / <> / Ray: HEY, LOUSY HOMEMADE DIRT! PAT IS ON THE PHONE! / Ray: DO CORRECT DIRT ACTIVITIES! HAVE A WORM WITH A YARN HAT POKE OUT AND PURCHASE ANTI-WORM CREDITS! / Pat: Stop this at once! / Ray: Now you got me yellin' in front of my little baby dirt! / Ray: How's a precious tomato plant supposed to thrive in this hated-at dirt, Pat?! / Pat: YOU ARE ASININE! / Ray: YOU know you got to talk gentle to tiny plants to help them grow! / Ray: Why you think they make that helicopter in Iowa what recites People Magazine at 500 feet? / Pat: Goodbye, Ray. / <> / [[Inset of Ray having a thought. Main panel shows helicopter suspending large speaker. Text is in dot-matrix font.]] / Helicopter: JEFF GOLDBLUM IS SEEN HERE RELAXING ON HIS TERRA COTTA PATIO IN A BATHROBE BY VINCE OF SPAIN ($235). A SHORT, WARM SWIM HAS LEFT HIM HAPPY. / [[Ray is at his computer. At top: THAT NIGHT.]] / Ray: Dear Diary, / Ray: I turned a poorly thought-out phone call into a great idea: organic bio-copters that soothe ultra-local micro-crops with a "dusting" touch of pleasant topics! Imagine how much people will pay for potatoes that are as "socially aware" as they are!" / <> / {{At bottom: CONTINUES . . .}} / {{Associated text: Every phone call to Pat needs to be reconsidered, unless you are telling him that he's a freestanding asshole.}}
Achewood - February 1, 2002 Dog: Hello! / Todd: Holy frikkin' cripes! Get away from me! Go Home! Scram! / [[Todd is now holding a crescent wrench]] / Dog: W-w-why are you being so mean? / Dog: <> / [[Todd is waving the wrench frantically]] / Todd: Stand back! You ain't gonna eat THIS squirrel, dirtbag! / Dog: I don't want to eat you! I just want some water! I'm lost! / Dog: <> / Todd: Oh, real sophisticated! I turn my back to get you some water, and then you eat me! No thanks, pal! / Dog: But I'm so thirsty! / [[Todd is waving his arms in a frenzy.]] / Todd: Thirsty for my blood, maybe! Listen pal, I got rabies! I got AIDS! And I need to take a dump real bad! You don't want a piece of this! / Dog: My name is Scrambles and I'm lost! / Dog <> / {{title text: Rejected names for the dog: Steven, Poopie, Dog}}
 
Achewood - February 1, 2005 [[On grid-paper]] / Ray: We should set up a time to go camping. / Ray: Camping is the ultimate expression of habitation. / Teodor: What? / Ray: In fact, I'm gonna get started right now. Let's go. / Teodor: You can't go camping in the middle of your party. That's kind of rude. / [[Ray appears translucent for one panel.]] / Ray: Dammit, you're right. I'm gonna go into the garage and smell metal stuff. Instead. / [[Ray kneels beside a lawnmower, presumably in the garage.]] / Ray[thinking]: This old lawnmower smells good. No, it smells goddamned beautiful. / [[The panels begin to cascade.]] / Ray: I've got to sell this on eBay. / [[Ray's computer monitor]] / Enter a brief description of the item you wish to sell: / FOR SALE: ONE LAWNMOWER. BEAUTIFUL SMELLS OF GAS AND CLIPPINGS WILL REMIND BUYER OF CHILDHOOD. L@@K INTO YOUR PAST AND / Ray: I wonder if eBay gives an award for blowing people's minds. / [[Ray stands behind the grid the panels hang on]] / <> <> <> / [[Ray has written his name on the grid with his finger.]] / <> / [[Ray slides toward the right edge of the comic.]] / {{Alt text: I didn't look, but I don't think they currently do.
Achewood - February 1, 2005 [[On grid-paper]] / Ray: We should set up a time to go camping. / Ray: Camping is the ultimate expression of habitation. / Teodor: What? / Ray: In fact, I'm gonna get started right now. Let's go. / Teodor: You can't go camping in the middle of your party. That's kind of rude. / [[Ray appears translucent for one panel.]] / Ray: Dammit, you're right. I'm gonna go into the garage and smell metal stuff. Instead. / [[Ray kneels beside a lawnmower, presumably in the garage.]] / Ray[thinking]: This old lawnmower smells good. No, it smells goddamned beautiful. / [[The panels begin to cascade.]] / Ray: I've got to sell this on eBay. / [[Ray's computer monitor]] / Enter a brief description of the item you wish to sell: / FOR SALE: ONE LAWNMOWER. BEAUTIFUL SMELLS OF GAS AND CLIPPINGS WILL REMIND BUYER OF CHILDHOOD. L@@K INTO YOUR PAST AND / Ray: I wonder if eBay gives an award for blowing people's minds. / [[Ray stands behind the grid the panels hang on]] / <> <> <> / [[Ray has written his name on the grid with his finger.]] / <> / [[Ray slides toward the right edge of the comic.]] / {{Alt text: I didn't look, but I don't think they currently do.}}
Achewood - February 1, 2006 [[Envelópe Martinez answers the door. Ray is standing there.]] / Ray: Envelópe! Que pasa, seńor hombre! / Envelópe: Raymón! Ju silly man! Come in! Don' stan' on the front steps all day like a big bag of caca! / Envelópe: So, ju gonna stop callin' the cops on me for good if I do this Fight thing, ese? / Ray: Only about that wackity-ass Nativity scene! Don't get greedy now! / Envelópe: Man, I don see why ju got such a beehive up ju ass about mi Natividad. / Envelópe:I lay out big bucks for that spread! My kids love it! / Ray: So put it in their room! / Ray: This is a good neighborhood. People pay a lot of money to not see a bunch of rotating Josephs. / Envelópe: Ju gringos got no love of Christ, Raymón. / [[Envelópe hands Ray a beer, keeping another for himself.]] / Ray: Yeah, well. It keeps the toys off my lawn. / Envelópe: Anyhow, papi, ju can't complain anymore after I make this call! We got a deal now! / Envelópe: It break my heart to say I lose a fight to Raymón Smuckel. I do it for my kids, man. <> / Ray: Sheesh. You say it like it's so bad. / Envelópe: Serious, ese! Once the guys at the gym get a load of this, I may need that face transplant stuff! / Ray: You would cut off your own face if people thought you lost a fight to me. / Envelópe: Plus I got a buddy who says he can get some 'a that Witness Protection stuff for my little ones! / {{Alt-text: Ray Smuckles is definitely known locally as a dude you don't want to have lost a fight to.
Achewood - February 2, 2004 [[Mr. Bear holds a microphone near by Philippe, dressed in a suit]] / Mr. Bear: I'm here live with today's guest, presidential dark horse Philippe. / Philippe: Hello, America. Good Morning. How are you. / Mr. Bear: Philippe, in a nutshell, why should the American people give you their vote? / Philippe[[gesturing, angry]]: I think everyone is disappointed by the failures of the current administration. / Philippe: I think everyone wants to see some new ideas! / Philippe: And, i think everyone agrees it's time this country was run by someone who is five! / [[Old-Timey Television Card]] / Thank You For Watching / Philippe for America, HE IS FIVE / UBC Broadcasting: This half-hour brought to you by: Ray Smuckles / [[Roast Beef and Ray sit in their usual seats]] / Roast Beef: Don't tell me you underwrote his campaign Ray / Ray: Okay <>
Achewood - February 2, 2005 [[Philippe sees Ultra Peanut and goes up to talk to her]] / Phillippe: Ultra Peanut! Is that you? / Ultra Peanut: FeeReep! Why you no call me two year? / Phillippe: I...I'm sorry! I thought you were mad at me because of what I did to Click Robot! / Ultra Peanut: Dummy! He fine! All I do is reboot him! See? / [[Ultra Peanut shows Click Robot to Phillippe. Click Robot displays the message "SCREW YOU, MAN" on-screen.]] / Phillippe: Wow! He's sassy! / Ultra Peanut: He remember you! / [[Click Robot displays message "NOW IT IS MY TURN"]] / [[Click Robot displays message "entering enemy mode... 52%"]] / [[Click Robot displays message "entering enemy mode... 96%"]] / [[Click Robot flies towards Phillippe and attaches himself to him]] / <> / Phillippe: Ow! Ow! He's stinging me! It's really hot! / <> / Ultra Peanut: Ha ha! He want to kill you! He get even! / <> / [[Phillippe looks pained as the message "SCREW YOU MAN" has been branded onto his flesh. Click Robot falls away from Phillippe's body]] / <> / {{alt text: You can reboot Click Robot, but he is still mad at you.}}
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Achewood § February 2, 2009 [[Title Card]] / A Moment With... / The Book of Genteel Wherewithal / [[Beef is reading a book]] / Book: Horatio Nelson Jackson (1872-1955) was the first gentleman to drive an automobile across the the United States, an early... / Beef: Horatio Nelson Jackson / Beef: But Got-DAMN did men used to have some proper-ass names / [[An old-fashioned man in a tuxedo wearing a monocle is holding a bag]] / Man: I am Ephesius Salem Wrathwright, and if we are to make custom I demand your fairest assay of this Calaveras ore! / [[An elderly gentleman with glasses is standing on the balcony at the end of a train, with prairie behind]] / Man: I am Dr. Wealth Vinegar Agincourt! Do you sell this "California" by the mile or by the watershed? Hie thine answer, for there are women on this train who are driven to hysterics by stasis of any description! / [[Another old-fashioned man in lounging attire is holding a drink and sitting in a high-backed chair. He is angry.]] / <> / Man: WHAT FOOL DARES INTERRUPT THE EVENING TINCTURE OF BALTHAZAAR MURDER STONEFIELD ACCALUM?! / [[Beef, holding the book]] / Beef: These were not men who went to Home Depot but then left when they realized they didn't have the balls to ask some lumpy stooge in an orange apron what you'd use to re-attach a ceramic soap dish to a tile wall / Beef: When men like this died engravers began licking their lips and the quarry hired a night shift / Beef: Birds trembled in place as the sobs of the widow roamed the hillsides and vales / Beef: Oh man hee what a kick I got to write a Name Generator of Men out of all this / Caption: FIRST NAME / OLD TESTAMENT FIGURE WITH AT LEAST ONE Z OR A K / OR / MAJOR ANCIENT HELLENIC FIGURE WHOSE NAME RHYMES WITH "YOU'RE BORINGUS" / Caption: MIDDLE NAME / LONG-REVILED INGREDIENT ONCE FOUND IN HOUSEHOLD PAINT OR BABY FOOD / OR / ANTEBELLUM LAUNDRY PHOSPHATE WHICH IS CURRENTLY USED TO SCUTTLE INSURGENTS / OR / "GLORY" / Caption: MARITIME HARDSHIP / SOMETHING REFERRING TO THE HARDSHIPS SUFFERED BY MARINERS, SUCH AS "WHELKSNARE" OR "ENPENIOC'S DUSTGRASP" / Caption: SURNAME / UNFASHIONABLE, HIGHLY RACIST TERM FROM 18TH-CENTURY GEOLOGY / OR / PORTMANTEAU OF A QUADRUPED AND A NOISE MADE IN ANGER, E.G. "SWINEROARER" / Caption: THE "NO" LIST / ANY EGG-BORN ANIMAL EXCEPTING THOSE WITH TALONS OR SUPERIOR EYESIGHT / ANY MINERAL EASILY MARRED BY FELDSPAR / PLANTS WHICH FLOWER BUT DO NOT BEAR FRUIT / {{Title Text: E.G., NEBUCHADNEZZAR STRYCHNINE}}
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Achewood - February 3, 2004 [[Roast Beef and Ray sit at a table. Beef is wearing a shirt and tie, in front of him is a pen and paper]] / {{Beef's dialogue appears as drawn, characteriscally without punctuation.}} / Roast Beef: Alright Ray if you're gonna donate money to the Philippe campaign we gotta make sure your books are all in order / Roast Beef: Okay let's see here / Roast Beef: Why did you send a check for $10,000 to "Oreos" / Ray: I like their product! I wanted 'em to have a little walkin' around money! / Roast Beef: Okay alright / Roast Beef: Now every month I see a $900 check made out to "V.I.P. Entertainment Concepts" / Roast Beef: What is that all about / [[Ray looks embarassed and stares into his martini glass]] / <> / Ray: Alright Beef, this is just between you and me, dig? / Roast Beef: Oh yes definitely / Ray: Well, when I was in my younger days, I made a lot of videos that I'm not too proud of. / Roast Beef: Oh my god Ray do you mean - / [[Be sure to tune in tomorrow!]]
Achewood - February 3, 2005 Click Robot: NOW WE EVEN / Click Robot: BUT REMEMBER / Click Robot: YOU STEP TO ME / Click Robot: I BRING THE PAIN / Click Robot: WHITE BOY / [[Teodor plays guitar to commemorate death of Click Robot, song described as "Play this reverently, like a king is burying his baby son.]] / [[Philippe, dressed in a crown and robe in the manner of a king, lays Click Robot in a tiny grave.]] / Philippe: I'm sorry that I didn't like you, little guy. / [[Philippe looks mournfully into the grave. Click robot just lies there.]] / {{Barre the B-chord on the top three}} / {{MIDI mockup of guitar song: http://www.zshare.net/audio/4981204f4fbe5e/}}
Achewood - February 3, 2005 Click Robot: NOW WE EVEN / Click Robot: BUT REMEMBER / Click Robot: YOU STEP TO ME / Click Robot: I BRING THE PAIN / Click Robot: WHITE BOY / [[Teodor plays guitar to commemorate death of Click Robot, song described as "Play this reverently, like a king is burying his baby son.]] / [[Philippe, dressed in a crown and robe in the manner of a king, lays Click Robot in a tiny grave.]] / Philippe: I'm sorry that I didn't like you, little guy. / [[Philippe looks mournfully into the grave. Click robot just lies there.]] / {{Barre the B-chord on the top three}} / {{MIDI mockup of guitar song: http://www.zshare.net/audio/4981204f4fbe5e/}}
Achewood - February 3, 2005 Click Robot: NOW WE EVEN / Click Robot: BUT REMEMBER / Click Robot: YOU STEP TO ME / Click Robot: I BRING THE PAIN / Click Robot: WHITE BOY / [[Teodor plays guitar to commemorate death of Click Robot, song described as "Play this reverently, like a king is burying his baby son.]] / [[Philippe, dressed in a crown and robe in the manner of a king, lays Click Robot in a tiny grave.]] / Philippe: I'm sorry that I didn't like you, little guy. / [[Philippe looks mournfully into the grave. Click robot just lies there.]] / {{Barre the B-chord on the top three}} / {{MIDI mockup of guitar song: http://www.zshare.net/audio/4981204f4fbe5e/}}
 

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