2009-04-14
Original: 2009-04-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A balding man (the patient, seen from behind) holds up a large pill bottle labeled "ANTI-DEPRESSANTS" with "10,000 COUNT" printed on it, facing an older bald man with glasses and a beard (the therapist), who sits in a chair.
Patient: I guess you think I need these so my friends will stop hating me.
Therapist: Oh, there's nothing in there. I thought you could cram it in your mouth so I could get ten seconds without your trite whining.
Caption (below panel): "Annnnnd your hour's up."
Votey:
The bearded therapist, smiling.
Therapist: And since we're off the clock... GOD you're fat.
A balding man (the patient, seen from behind) holds up a large pill bottle labeled "ANTI-DEPRESSANTS" with "10,000 COUNT" printed on it, facing an older bald man with glasses and a beard (the therapist), who sits in a chair.
Patient: I guess you think I need these so my friends will stop hating me.
Therapist: Oh, there's nothing in there. I thought you could cram it in your mouth so I could get ten seconds without your trite whining.
Caption (below panel): "Annnnnd your hour's up."
Votey:
The bearded therapist, smiling.
Therapist: And since we're off the clock... GOD you're fat.
Alt text
A therapy session. A balding man, seen from behind, holds up a huge pill bottle labeled "ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, 10,000 COUNT" toward his bearded, bespectacled therapist. The patient says, "I guess you think I need these so my friends will stop hating me." The therapist replies, "Oh, there's nothing in there. I thought you could cram it in your mouth so I could get ten seconds without your trite whining." A caption beneath reads, "Annnnnd your hour's up." In the votey aftercomic, the smiling therapist adds, "And since we're off the clock... GOD you're fat."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.