Mark has finally decided to pay a pouty, homoerotic visit to Wildlife Service Friend No. 2 in his often-delayed-but-never-ending quest to get to the bottom of this imbroglio. The decision was a wise one, as WSF 2 awkwardly agrees to name names in the third panel, entranced by Mark's 1,000-yard squint and spontaneous mullet. That's the kind of commitment to service that earns you the bronze desk and inbox at the Wildlife Service.
If Mark is really the nature boy he claims to be, he'll turn his sights on those sickos who get their rocks off raising game birds after he cleans up this bird-sprinkling mess.
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