Clearly a case of faking it until you make it.
Putting on the ritz.
I resemble that.
Finally! A guy utters the truth!
That’s me, avoiding my shoe laces.
Or cat toys.
Don’t give away our secrets!
The trick is learning to step while holding the tray steady. Happy trails!
The salt of Betty’s jealousy tears is delicious! It’s a good thing she’s only a comic strip character, otherwise she might suffer a mental breakdown from not being able to be better at everything than Bub is. Maybe they’ll send her to comic strip therapy, where the counselor will tell her to get over it, and start having storylines outside of the house again.