[[A man with a beret and a woman are standing on a boardwalk, leaning on a handrail.]]
Man: A woodpecker!
<<Pop pop pop>>
Woman: Yup.
[[The woodpecker is banging its head against a tree.]]
Woman: He hatched about this time last year.
<<Pop pop pop pop>>
[[The woman walks away. The man is still standing at the handrail.]]
Man: ... woodpecker?
Man: It's your birthday!
Man: Did you know?
Man: Did... did nobody tell you?
[[The man stands, looking.]]
[[The man walks away.]]
[[There is a tree.]]
[[The man approaches the tree with a present in a box, tied up with ribbon.]]
[[The man sets the present down at the base of the tree and looks up.]]
[[The man walks away.]]
[[The present is sitting at the bottom of the tree.]]
[[The woodpecker looks down at the present.]]
[[The woodpecker sits on the present.]]
[[The woodpecker pulls on the ribbon tying the present closed.]]
((full width panel))
[[The woodpecker is flying, with an electric drill dangling from its feet, held by the cord.]]
{{Title text: If you don't have an extension cord I can get that too. Because we're friends! Right?}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
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