|Wednesday, December 23, 2009|
|Panel 1: Rahim and Marie have been watching Die Hard
in the Davies College Puffy Couch Room, or PCR. They have ordered
sushi; some of it is still in its bag, while more is spread out on the
little table. Rahim stands beside the table. Marie is sitting down,
staring disconsolately at the food.|
Rahim: What's wrong?
Marie: Well, I'm having second thoughts about the sushi.
Panel 2: Rahim sits down.
Marie: I just keep flashing on that bit at the end of A Christmas Carol where Scrooge is screaming out the window. Only now I'm getting:
Marie: "Boy! Do you know whether the poulterer has sold his prize nigiri?"
Panel 4: Marie picks up a piece of sushi with her chopsticks.
Marie: "What...the nigiri as big as me?"
Rahim: We need to find you some cranberry sauce.
Alt-Text: No, Marie isn't getting Dickens exactly right here (even if you discount the bit about the nigiri), but she still presents a horrifying image, I feel.