They talked about this.

I am not quite certain what happened in the last three panels, yet I feel this uncertainty adds to the humor.

I believe Ray clambers down from the couch, glowers at Connie for touching on a sensitive subject, and stalks off.

See, I've always thought he gets so worked up he falls off the couch.

Ray's had enough. He don't need this.

Naw, he's a cat so he doesn't reach a normal height. This is the source of the humor.

I love how Cornelius Bear can make Ray shut up and leave with just one line.

dude

that is because cornelius bear is The Shit.

As much as I like the idea of eggless Sardinian dough, you can't cook a massive furious nazi from San Bernardino.

I love it when I rhyme accidentally! It's like a little gift from my brain to me.

...dang! Today is wonderful!

I see as like arguing who is more man, a MMA champion or a hardened Special Forces veteran.

Throw them in a ring together, with rules and a referee, odds are extremely likely the MMA man will come out on top, for he is in the controlled element, ultimately just a game, in which he has specialized.

Reverse the situation, and drop the MMA guy naked into the wilderness, and he will likely be dead within a week. Drop him into a fire fight, and he will probably stand paralyzed with fear until he is cut down. Put him into hand-to-hand combat in an Afghani hovel, and his attempts to beat the other man into submission will be cut short when his enemy gouges out his eyes or caves in his skull with an improvised weapon.

Ray proved himself the best man at the GOF.

Cornelius proved himself the best man at life.

I sympathize with Ray. Africa? South America? The Caribbean? it's hard to tell when it's always a bunch of bitchy twenty to thirty-somethings sittin' on the dirt, Jeff Probst all teasing them with hamburgers and videos from their families.

In a less civilized era, we would have called this kidnapping.

yeah c'mon tekende splain that shit

Where does Ray go? Does he just skootch* on outta there?

*spelling in contention.

I think it's 'scooch:' honestly, I feel Ray straight up skedaddled.

I like to imagine that Ray has been getting his slant on and just plain old eased himself to the floor, supine.

Just for perspective, when this strip was written, that would have been Jenna Morasca who won Survivor, famous for being extremely mean to a deaf girl and stripping for peanut butter. To be fair, she was only a sorry-assed crybaby because she was waiting for Ray to cold fly her ass out and buy her some more peanut butter.

i like the point of the diminutive size of the characters as ray dismounts from the couch and has to look up at cornelius. such small characters having such sass is hella comedy.

however, this aspect of the achewood reality seems sometimes flexible. (unless there are cat-sized grills and telephones and martini glasses in achewood, which is entirely probable. maybe this particular couch is human-sized because ray is visiting cornelius at the onstad residence. or maybe i'm thinking about this far too hard.)

Achewood deserves that level of contemplation.

Television seems to be the only thing Cornelius does not have discriminating taste in. I mean, Survivor, Gilmore Girls? Come on.

I think he accepts the specific type of enjoyment provided by such shows and is not perturbed by the social stigma of liking something that Cool people consider lame.