The Moon Weasel saga ends, sadly, with today’s strip which goes to show that nothing good can come of voracious obsession, especially an obsession with something so gastrointestinally intense as wieners.

This series really took a lot out of us, and we’re looking forward to returning to four-panel glory (even four panels seems like too much sometimes), instead of these complicated sagas. Not that we don’t like the sagas. We’re gaga for sagas. They just take a lot of time, which is something neither PJ nor I have a whole lot of at the current time.

As for the Moon Weasel, do not mourn him. He’s not, like, the Pope or anything. He’s just a rodent, you know? A funny-looking rodent that got explodiated.