obstetrimetrics
Original: obstetrimetrics on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A young person speaks to an adult woman.
Young person: "I'm tired of being a 'pure' mathematician! I just sit around solving endless pointless puzzles!"
Panel 2: Close on the young person, now resolved.
Young person: "I want to help people right now! I'm gonna go be a doctor who delivers babies!"
(Caption between scenes: "LATER")
Panel 3: The young person, now a doctor in scrubs, speaks to a pregnant patient.
Doctor: "You will have an integral quantity of babies."
Panel 4: The doctor continues.
Doctor: "It would be odd to deliver the specific number."
Doctor: "Then find yourself a new doctor lady."
Votey:
The doctor (face shown close up, looking deadpan) speaks toward the patient.
Doctor: "You're having n-tuplets."
Young person: "I'm tired of being a 'pure' mathematician! I just sit around solving endless pointless puzzles!"
Panel 2: Close on the young person, now resolved.
Young person: "I want to help people right now! I'm gonna go be a doctor who delivers babies!"
(Caption between scenes: "LATER")
Panel 3: The young person, now a doctor in scrubs, speaks to a pregnant patient.
Doctor: "You will have an integral quantity of babies."
Panel 4: The doctor continues.
Doctor: "It would be odd to deliver the specific number."
Doctor: "Then find yourself a new doctor lady."
Votey:
The doctor (face shown close up, looking deadpan) speaks toward the patient.
Doctor: "You're having n-tuplets."
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. In the first panel, a young person complains to an adult: "I'm tired of being a 'pure' mathematician! I just sit around solving endless pointless puzzles!" In the second panel they declare, "I want to help people right now! I'm gonna go be a doctor who delivers babies!" A caption reads "LATER." Now working as a doctor in scrubs, they tell a pregnant patient: "You will have an integral quantity of babies," then add, "It would be odd to deliver the specific number. Then find yourself a new doctor lady." The joke is that the ex-mathematician still answers in abstract math terms instead of giving real medical information. In the votey aftercomic, a close-up of the deadpan doctor's face delivers the final line: "You're having n-tuplets."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.