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(From "Black Cat" number 3, 1947.)
“You’ll either take the nicotine quality tester job or hit the road, Jack!”
Did Popeye here just kill the manager?
It’s good to have goals.
I know that’s just his thumb, but it looks like the dead guy is pointing at the sailor.
Well I think killing the hotel manager probably will never fly with the HR department!
Is he dead, or does he just have his feet up on his desk?
This is my bad crop job — the feet on the desk are propped there by the mob boss, who’s just taken over the hotel and is giving order to his enthusiastic henchmen. You can just barely see the edge of his word balloon.