2009-05-12
Original: 2009-05-12 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Doctor (a man in a white coat, balding with gray hair and glasses, holding a clipboard): Here are your... results.
Patient (a worried man with reddish hair, in a yellow shirt, sitting in an orange armchair): No! Isn't there SOMETHING?! Maybe antibiotics?
Caption below panel:
Sad Truth:
There is no cure for paternity.
Votey:
The doctor, looking grim:
Doctor: I prescribe 100 ccs of handgun.
Doctor (a man in a white coat, balding with gray hair and glasses, holding a clipboard): Here are your... results.
Patient (a worried man with reddish hair, in a yellow shirt, sitting in an orange armchair): No! Isn't there SOMETHING?! Maybe antibiotics?
Caption below panel:
Sad Truth:
There is no cure for paternity.
Votey:
The doctor, looking grim:
Doctor: I prescribe 100 ccs of handgun.
Alt text
A worried, reddish-haired man in a yellow shirt slumps in an orange armchair while a balding, gray-haired doctor in glasses and a white coat holds out a clipboard. The doctor says, "Here are your... results." The patient cries, "No! Isn't there SOMETHING?! Maybe antibiotics?" A caption reads: "Sad Truth: There is no cure for paternity." The joke is that he is reacting to a pregnancy/fatherhood result like it's a terminal disease. Votey: a close-up of the grim doctor saying, "I prescribe 100 ccs of handgun."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.