drugs-2
Original: drugs-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A man in a hat and trench coat, leaning in like a stereotypical drug dealer, approaches a young person.
Man in hat: Hey kid, you wanna buy some drugs?
Kid: What kinda drugs?
Panel 2:
The man in the hat explains, looking earnest.
Man in hat: Drugs that people need to live, but which are difficult to make generic versions of, and over and over we have patents for trivial incremental improvements.
Panel 3:
The kid responds calmly.
Kid: We can change whatever we like.
Panel 4:
The kid screams in horror, mouth wide open.
Kid: AAAAAAAAAA
Votey:
Close-up on the dejected man in the hat, looking down sadly.
Man in hat: Why don't kids want my insulin?
A man in a hat and trench coat, leaning in like a stereotypical drug dealer, approaches a young person.
Man in hat: Hey kid, you wanna buy some drugs?
Kid: What kinda drugs?
Panel 2:
The man in the hat explains, looking earnest.
Man in hat: Drugs that people need to live, but which are difficult to make generic versions of, and over and over we have patents for trivial incremental improvements.
Panel 3:
The kid responds calmly.
Kid: We can change whatever we like.
Panel 4:
The kid screams in horror, mouth wide open.
Kid: AAAAAAAAAA
Votey:
Close-up on the dejected man in the hat, looking down sadly.
Man in hat: Why don't kids want my insulin?
Alt text
A four-panel black-and-white comic. Panel 1: A man dressed like a stereotypical drug dealer in a hat and trench coat leans toward a young kid and asks, "Hey kid, you wanna buy some drugs?" The kid asks, "What kinda drugs?" Panel 2: The man explains, "Drugs that people need to live, but which are difficult to make generic versions of, and over and over we have patents for trivial incremental improvements." Panel 3: The kid replies, "We can change whatever we like." Panel 4: The kid screams in horror with mouth wide open, "AAAAAAAAAA." Votey (aftercomic): A close-up of the dejected man in the hat looking down, asking, "Why don't kids want my insulin?" The joke targets pharmaceutical patent practices that keep life-saving drugs like insulin expensive.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.