“Joe” wants to see the rest of the “Fair” so his “girl” doesn’t realize he’s a spindly, shame-sodden twig of a man who couldn’t lift any hammer that wasn’t a paperback Spillane novel. His girl, whose bare midriff indicates youth and sexual vigor, is naturally repulsed, and sides with the He-Man who face-palms Joe, and doesn’t even bother wasting punctuation on the guy,

Joe’s response? Put on a suit and pound the table, creating lines that knock over a lamp. After only one panel, he’s able to ring the bell with one hand, so to speak, and bitch-slap the roustabout - who later gets some friends together, follows them out to the parking lot, and stabs Joe to death. The cops said they might have kicked him to death. It was hard to tell.