plastic-surgery
Original: plastic-surgery on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Doctor (a balding man with glasses in a white coat): WE CAN TAKE A FLAP FROM YOUR THIGH AND GRAFT THAT OVER YOUR FOREHEAD. THAT SAID, OUR FINAL COURSE OF ACTION IS UP TO YOU.
Patient (shown only as a dark silhouette): BUT... BUT THIS IS JUST A PHYSICAL.
Doctor: AND THAT'S ALL IT HAS TO BE, MISTER FONG.
Caption below panel: Dr. Morton convinced me to pay my medical bills on time.
Votey:
A grinning doctor figure with a speech bubble.
Doctor: I'm a doctor. I can put anything anywhere.
Doctor (a balding man with glasses in a white coat): WE CAN TAKE A FLAP FROM YOUR THIGH AND GRAFT THAT OVER YOUR FOREHEAD. THAT SAID, OUR FINAL COURSE OF ACTION IS UP TO YOU.
Patient (shown only as a dark silhouette): BUT... BUT THIS IS JUST A PHYSICAL.
Doctor: AND THAT'S ALL IT HAS TO BE, MISTER FONG.
Caption below panel: Dr. Morton convinced me to pay my medical bills on time.
Votey:
A grinning doctor figure with a speech bubble.
Doctor: I'm a doctor. I can put anything anywhere.
Alt text
A cartoon panel: a balding, bespectacled doctor in a white coat sits at a computer desk facing a patient who is drawn entirely as a black silhouette. The doctor says, "We can take a flap from your thigh and graft that over your forehead. That said, our final course of action is up to you." The alarmed patient replies, "But... but this is just a physical." The doctor responds, "And that's all it has to be, Mister Fong." A caption beneath reads: "Dr. Morton convinced me to pay my medical bills on time" — the menacing implication being that an unpaid bill could turn a routine checkup into unwanted surgery. Votey aftercomic: a roughly sketched grinning doctor declares, "I'm a doctor. I can put anything anywhere."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.