[[A couple watches Beret Guy drive by in an SUV.]]
Man: Look at that asshole in his SUV, thinking he's so badass while he guzzles gas driving around suburbia.
Beret Guy: Oh no! Am I an asshole? I hope not.
[[Beret Guy trades in his keys at the dealership.]]
[[Now he is driving by in a hybrid sedan.]]
Man: Look at that smug asshole thinking he's better than us because he drives a hybrid.
Beret Guy: ...
[[He trades in his keys again.]]
[[The couple is standing.]]
Off-panel: <<RUMBLE>>
[[Beret Guy drives a backhoe in and smacks the couple out of the panel with the digger.]]
[[He drives off, whistling.]]
{{Title text: [Shortly thereafter, at a nearby bakery] ::CRASH:: ::RUMBLE:: ::VRRRRRR:: '... I don't know, officer. It just scooped up an entire rack of scones and drove away!'}}
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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