Somewhat late.

I must say, the latest page just adds to all of the questions while not answering a single one. Who knows what's going on here and why those men want hoboes? Well, aside from me.

I don't have much to say on this week's page, but I will let everyone know that I envisioned the white SWAT-type guy being John Travolta. So as you read his lines, imagine them being spoken with a wicked Brooklyn accent straight out of the seventies.

Stay frosty, kids.