2006-02-05
Original: 2006-02-05 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man in bed (Mr. Jeffers): D-DOCTOR SLOAN?
Doctor Sloan (man in suit and hat, holding a shotgun): I SAID TWO WEEKS TO LIVE, MR. JEFFERS. THAT WAS THREE MONDAYS AGO. DID YOU SEE THE MD ON MY WALL?! DID YOU THINK THAT WAS FOR SHOW?! HUH?!
Sound effect (shotgun being pumped): TCHK TCHK!
Votey:
Doctor Sloan (close-up of his face under the hat, smiling): Oh, convenient! A heart attack!
Man in bed (Mr. Jeffers): D-DOCTOR SLOAN?
Doctor Sloan (man in suit and hat, holding a shotgun): I SAID TWO WEEKS TO LIVE, MR. JEFFERS. THAT WAS THREE MONDAYS AGO. DID YOU SEE THE MD ON MY WALL?! DID YOU THINK THAT WAS FOR SHOW?! HUH?!
Sound effect (shotgun being pumped): TCHK TCHK!
Votey:
Doctor Sloan (close-up of his face under the hat, smiling): Oh, convenient! A heart attack!
Alt text
A noir-styled comic. In a dark bedroom, a frightened man lies in bed and says "D-Doctor Sloan?" A grim doctor in a blue suit and fedora looms over him, pumping a shotgun (sound effect "TCHK TCHK!"). The doctor yells: "I said two weeks to live, Mr. Jeffers. That was three Mondays ago. Did you see the MD on my wall?! Did you think that was for show?! Huh?!" The joke: the doctor is so offended his death prognosis was wrong that he intends to shoot the patient to make it accurate. Votey: a close-up sketch of the doctor's smiling face under his hat as he says, "Oh, convenient! A heart attack!" — he's relieved the patient is conveniently dying of natural causes so he won't have to shoot him.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.