104. Primitive Regression
I enjoy hanging out with some people. I really, genuinely, do. However, even the most interesting, laid back, and nice people drain me a bit. The only person who doesn't exhaust me is my wife. For some reason she just feels like an extension to me. Like an angelic ingrown hair or a serene wart, she is a part of me. Legally. She is bound to me legally. So if she is upset that I just compared her to a wart for shits and giggles, she would have to go through a lengthy process to get rid of me.
There has been years in which I venture out more than others. Years in which I say yes to social contact a little more freely. Those years seem to be also years in which I save up on bail money just in case.
In any case, here's the extra panel:
It's an homage to Mystery Science Theater 3000. And Tor Johnson, a B movie staple. Perhaps this explains why I don't make that many friends? Yep. I made a topical joke for the 1%.