1. moarscienceplz says

    Ah yes, that famous line from Shakespeare: “Friends, Romans, countrymen, Len Daneer…”
    I tried to guess the PUNch line before I read it, but I was stuck on something about cauliflower.

  2. flex says

    This one is more tortured than usual.

    Considering how regularly Pastis lurks in the dark alleys of the literary city, waiting for an innocent word or phrase to come close enough to club, and then dismembers them in order to stitch together a Frankenstein’s Monster of pun-manship, that’s saying a lot.

    Won’t somebody think of the adverbs!

    BTW, I find two clues to the solution in the last panel.

  3. moarscienceplz says

    When the tide does roll in, we can all toast Pastis’ demise with some lovely wine and cheese and crackers. I volunteer to bring the goodbye rations.

  4. moarscienceplz says

    I guess the time is ripe for this one:
    A chess playing society held a convention at a certain hotel. They played games of chess all day, and had reservations to dine together at a particular restaurant that evening. As they started to gather in the hotel lobby before dinner time, they naturally started talking about their games from earlier.
    “Did you see me take my opponent’s queen? Best game of my life!”
    “Oh, that’s nothing! I got my opponent with a knight fork! It was just beautiful!”
    “OK, that’s enough of that! If you don’t stop, I’ll throw the lot of of you out of this hotel”, yelled the hotel manager.
    “Why? What did we do?”
    “If there’s one thing I can NOT stand”, said the manager, “it’s chess nuts boasting in an open foyer!”

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