I’ve learned a few things in my time on this planet, one of which is that bumping fists do not produce a “Nipples!” What in tarnation is going on there, Will? Also on the topic of art, at this rate our characters will have had 50 different barren living room set-ups before we settle on one.
Don’t bother looking on Wikipedia – or do – but you won’t find it. It IS googlable though, so we’re not just making this stuff up. Speaking of which, Humphry knows some trivia, but the latin name of an obscure leech would not typically make the cut. Thing is, he did his research before moving in with a hippo, if for no other reason than to one day hold it over Smoodge’s head. Mark this under “well worth the wait.”
Indeed, that apron is Humphry’s Christmas gift from Santa. But from where did we so egregiously steal that adorable penguin. Yes, folks. Your new opportunity for nipples points is now.
Until Jesse witness’ a hippo and a mime fist bumping, I don’t think he’s in any position to say what sound this event does or does not make. I imagine it sounds something like the word “nipples,” I could be wrong, but it’s as good a guess as any, and a damn better guess than the one Jesse made (nothing). Magical things happen when people and hippopotamus interact. Believe in your dreams.
Even more nipples-points for anyone who can correctly guess what delicious delight Humphry is concocting in this strip.