Inspirations - part 1 of 3 - BSD

Or else he'll find his ass out on the street.

I'll be sure to tell him, all right, Mrs. Flakewitz.

Ha!

Crap!

Doc!

What the...

Oh, shit!

Wake up! Time to do your chores!

What are you talking about?

Mrs. Flakeowitz is gonna kick you out, unless you get your ass back to work!

Oh, I better hop right to it.

Hate to lose this gorgeous suite here at the Hilton.

That's a good one, Doc!

You're funny, Howard.

Great menu you got, Doc.

Uh...

My poor stomach is crying.

Oh...

What I wouldn't give for a nice thick steak and smothered mushrooms.

And a bottle of Ripple.

And some caviar.

Caviar? What's that?

Fish eggs, my dear boy. Fish eggs.

Sounds great. Ripple and scrambled eggs.

The only thing scrambled, Howard, is your brain.

How's old Harry?

Sick, like you.

Did you hear that, Harry?

I, Dr. Xavier, the famous psychiatrist, have been analyzing you, Howard.

And I've agreed with myself that you are bananas, bonkers, nutso.

I've heard that story a thousand times before.

You're a has-been!

Has-been?

Oh, sorry.

I treated the sexually inhibited. I was rich, rich.

You got ********* being preverted?

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