A Funny Joke
This comic was originally published in the Electric Big-Bang Swing Machine. The central joke came to me in a dream. You can return to the list of old comics.
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Rabid: Eat eat eat! Chew chew chew! Dr Quickly: Look, Rabid, I told you -- I'm just not HUNGRY. Rabid: Bah. Rabish: "Bah humbug"? That means you're fired! Rabid: Wow, Rabish, that was so cool! It sounded just like him! Rabish: heh Dr Quickly: Do another! Sound that way again! Rabish: Ok! Rabish: All you buttercup pantywaists better shape up or the slap end's gonna STICK!! Rabid, Rabish, and Dr Quickly: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Rabid: Hoooo... Say, that puts me in mind of a joke... Dr Quickly: hm! Rabish: Oh? Rabid: Yeah. Ok, here goes. A robot, plain old robot, goes into a bar... Dr Quickly: A bar! How novel! Rabid: It's all shakin' and shiverin', like it's really cold. Rabish: For a robot, that's pretty cold... Rabid: The bartended sees the miserable wretch and waves him to a seat at the bar. Rabid: "What'll it be, mac?" "BZZT... I REQUIRE A FOOD ITEM PLEASE." Dr Quickly: Ha! Just like a robot! Rabid: Th'bartended pulls out a quart jar full of pickles and sets it on the bar. Rabid: The robot -- with great difficulty, as it's still really twitchy -- takes out a single pickle and lays it on the bar. Rabid: Well, hey! Suddenly the robot drinks down all the brine from the pickle jar! Dr Quickly: hmmm... Rabid: A door opens up on the front of the robot and a small, furry creature runs out, and out the front of the bar. Rabid: The bartender is startled, if not stunned... Rabish: No kidding! Rabid: ... especially when the robot takes the pickle from the bar-top and places it in the cavity previously occupied by the furry thing. Rabid: Note that the robot performs this action GRACEFULLY... no hint of its previous tremors. Dr Quickly: Oh-h-h! I get it! Rabid: !!! Rabish: Well, don't ruin it! Rabid: Anyway, the robot closes the little door on its chest and turns to the bartender to speak... Dr Quickly: hee hee Rabid: ha ha ha ha ha ha! Rabish: WELL? Rabid: The robot sighs, and looks the bartender in the eye, and says... Rabid: "I'M JUST A ROBOT WITH A WEASEL PICKLE!!" Rabid, Rabish, and Dr Quickly: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA