dental-pain
Original: dental-pain on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Dentist (a man in green scrubs, glasses, and a white face mask, holding a dental tool): Please let me know if this hurts.
[A patient, a man with red-orange hair, reclines in the dental chair with his mouth open wide.]
Panel 2:
Patient: Does emotional pain count?
Dentist: No.
Panel 3:
Dentist: Now I'm gonna drill this abyss of a molar produced by your diet that apparently consists entirely of cake and Slurpies.
[Close-up of the dentist holding a drill near the patient's open mouth.]
Panel 4:
Dentist: Do you feel anything?
Patient: Not anymore, no.
[The patient looks despondent / defeated.]
Votey: Not available (the source votey file is a broken HTML placeholder page, not an image).
Dentist (a man in green scrubs, glasses, and a white face mask, holding a dental tool): Please let me know if this hurts.
[A patient, a man with red-orange hair, reclines in the dental chair with his mouth open wide.]
Panel 2:
Patient: Does emotional pain count?
Dentist: No.
Panel 3:
Dentist: Now I'm gonna drill this abyss of a molar produced by your diet that apparently consists entirely of cake and Slurpies.
[Close-up of the dentist holding a drill near the patient's open mouth.]
Panel 4:
Dentist: Do you feel anything?
Patient: Not anymore, no.
[The patient looks despondent / defeated.]
Votey: Not available (the source votey file is a broken HTML placeholder page, not an image).
Alt text
A four-panel comic set at a dentist's office. The dentist is a man in green scrubs, round glasses, and a white surgical mask; his patient is a man with red-orange hair reclining in the dental chair. Panel 1: the dentist leans in with a tool and says, 'Please let me know if this hurts,' as the patient opens his mouth wide. Panel 2: the patient asks, 'Does emotional pain count?' and the dentist flatly replies, 'No.' Panel 3, a close-up of the drill near the patient's mouth: the dentist says, 'Now I'm gonna drill this abyss of a molar produced by your diet that apparently consists entirely of cake and Slurpies.' Panel 4: the dentist asks, 'Do you feel anything?' and the now-deflated patient answers, 'Not anymore, no' -- the deadpan joke being that the emotional pain has numbed him more than any anesthetic. The votey aftercomic is unavailable.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.