9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for March 31, 2004

Transcript:

"So, Mr. Thorax, you've melted have you?" "Yes doctor, it's butternut's fault, she..." "No, Mr. Thorax." "No?" "You're standing in a hole six feet deep, filled with a viscous guck, the composition of which I tremble to imagine, so only your head sticks out. It's a pathetic illusion." "A harsh assessment doctor, given the heavy hand that applies your mascara."