I got the orange lung, pop

back into the mines [click to embiggen]

Buggs. Buggs. We got the baby carrots, remember? No carrot mines for you.


Mr and Mrs Bugg are looking horrified at the prospect that they may have to go back to chopping carrots, but I notice they’ve still got all the gear ready: Several carrots stacked in a stook, and an axe buried in a chopping block. Mr Bugg looks distressed, but Mrs Bugg has gone the extra mile and presses a hand to her forehead to show that she is even more distressed. I get it, guys.

The text reads: “The buggs are afraid they might be sent back to the carrot chopping mines.”