FoxTrot by Bill Amend for April 12, 1989

Transcript:

Roger: Fingers flying, super tax man speeds toward like a well-tuned ferrari. He zips from receipt to receipt with lightning speed and inhuman precision. Faster and faster he goes... the world around him becomes a blur. Paige: Isn't this roll of paper supposed to bein the machine? Roger: Suddenly, a brick wall appears...