I love puns. Love them. I believe it has something to do with having a child – as soon as you have one, a part of your brain fires up and all of the sudden you are inundated with these lame, horrible Dad jokes that are sure to keep you, and no-one else entertained for years on end.
As for the strip I have always wondered how the hell the Undertaker manages to crawl out from under the ring and get in someone’s face so fast whilst not hurting himself or bumping into anything. Perhaps he just really likes carrots.