I love ending comic strips right when you just know something terrible is going to happen in the very next panel. And in those strips, I especially love piling on unnecessary amounts of peril. I mean, slipping on a wet floor while carrying a hot coffee would be bad enough, but right in front of a flight of stairs? Hilarity is definitely about to ensue here, but I’m making YOU imagine it all in your heads. YOU have to hurt Orneryboy this time. You sick bastards.