Oh gods. There is no possible way for this to end well. There will be blood, you mark my words.

Transcript:

Mr and Mrs Bugg have adopted the attitude of a thinker: Mr Bugg has one hand on his hip, the other at his pursed lips. Mrs Bugg has one hand across her chest, the elbow of one arm held in the cupped palm of the other, while her free hand holds her chin. Her eyes are half-shut, indicating cogitation is happening.

The text reads: “Novembug 8 : Nothing happened in Buggdom so the buggs had to think of stuff to do.”