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Bob is having trouble selling his cookies, so he consults to the Magical Psychic Talking Dog of Advice in the canyon for some help.
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| Uhm...hi...yes...I'm having trouble selling my Spacecookies... | |
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| I already know the problem. You sure are retarded. | |
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| What do I have to do to sell some?! | |
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| Look, I bet you 10 bucks that if you stop YELLING when you try to sell and maybe if you sold your Spacecookies in SPACE, maybe you'd actually have SOME luck. | |
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Let's see if the Magical Psychic Talk Dog of Advice's advice actually works in Vol.8!
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| Wait, how did you know you were gonna win---oh yeah...you're psychic. | |
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| I'll met you here again 5:00 tomorrow for my 10 bucks. | |
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