2008-04-17
Original: 2008-04-17 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A scientist in a lab coat with red hair holds up a test tube triumphantly.
Red-haired scientist: THIS IS IT! THE CURE FOR ALL STDs!
An older bald scientist in a lab coat, also wearing glasses, reacts with wide eyes.
Older scientist: DO YOU... DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?
Panel 2: The two scientists are seen running together down a hallway toward a building with a large magenta/pink sign.
Sign: DISCOUNT BROTHEL
Votey:
A seated, gaunt patient (rendered in a loose hand-drawn style) speaks to a doctor.
Patient: LEPROSY!
Red-haired scientist: THIS IS IT! THE CURE FOR ALL STDs!
An older bald scientist in a lab coat, also wearing glasses, reacts with wide eyes.
Older scientist: DO YOU... DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?
Panel 2: The two scientists are seen running together down a hallway toward a building with a large magenta/pink sign.
Sign: DISCOUNT BROTHEL
Votey:
A seated, gaunt patient (rendered in a loose hand-drawn style) speaks to a doctor.
Patient: LEPROSY!
Alt text
Two-panel comic. Panel 1: A red-haired scientist in a lab coat excitedly holds up a test tube and exclaims, "This is it! The cure for all STDs!" An older bald scientist beside him replies with shock, "Do you... do you know what this means?" Panel 2: The two scientists are running together down a hallway toward a building marked with a big pink sign reading "DISCOUNT BROTHEL" — implying their first thought upon curing all STDs is to go visit a cheap brothel. Votey (bonus panel, in a sketchy black-and-white style): A gaunt patient sits before a doctor and announces, "Leprosy!" — the punchline being that an STD cure does nothing about the disease he actually caught.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.