Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

HE SAW ME SLIP OUT EARLY. HE'S COME HERE TO FIRE ME.

NOPE, THERE'S NO NORM PETERSON HERE.

OUR KIDS ARE GONNA PLAY TOGETHER AT THE COMPANY PICNIC.

SOMEONE CROSSED ONE WITH A CHICKEN AND GOT YOU.

WHERE'S MY SYMPATHY?

YEAH. A BABY WITH A LICENSE TO KILL.

I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE PROBABLY GOING TO DO TO ME,

AND TELLING HIM I'M RESIGNING.

AS I RECALL, YOU USED TO SPELL IT

ONE OF LIFE'S MOST PAINFUL EXPERIENCES.

NOW WE JUST GOT TO FINISH IT OFF WITH A REAL DOOZY.

* DA DUN-DUH-DAH *

IT'S GOING OUT IN TODAY'S MAIL.

NO. MR. PETERSON, EVER SINCE I COULD REMEMBER,

IT'S REALLY DARK, YOU KNOW, AND COLD,

IT TURNS THEM RIGHT INTO A FASCIST.

I GUESS YOU'RE RIGHT.

I BEEN FOLLOWING YOU AROUND ALL DAY.

GUY WHO FIRES PEOPLE?

ABSOLUTELY NOT. PROBABLY JUST SOMEBODY

I COUNT MYSELF A LUCKY AND USEFUL HUMAN BEING.

MY INFORMATION IS CORRECT.

ANOTHER ONE. YEAH.

I'M SORRY. WHERE-- OH, YEAH.

BEFORE THAT LETTER WAS MAILED.