Comic #28

Eddie: Morning, Kid, how did you sleep?
Kid: I kept dreaming that I was swimming in molasses.

Eddie: Ah, right. Well, It sure beats sleeping on a metal bulkhead.

A fireball shoots through the window to the kitchen. FWOOSH!

Eddie: By the way, there was truth to what the Boss said about Jackman's cooking. If you can cook, you may want to make your own meals this week.
Jackman: (from inside the kitchen) I'm okay!