SOOZIE GETS HER DOC'S PERMISSION TA GET DOPED UP!

No, Soozie! Don't give your prescription to Pharmacy Goat! He'll eat it! Say, looks as if Soozie's had a few meds already... and they sure want to get the idea in the text stuck in your head the right way. PRESCRIPTION goes to the PHARMACI--are you listening?? No, no! Over here, look at me!

Here we see the Devil Soozie giving her prescription to Dr. Man-Goat, PhD.  Her shirt is now mysteriously stripey, and it looks like she has fingernails now!  Do these people ever stop? Dr. Man-Goat himself is disturbing.  For one, he has more hair than my very Italian uncle, and Groucho Marx eyebrows gone horribly wrong.  The leering mouth doesn't help any.  Judging from the position of his cheek, he's also looking over his shoulder at an apparition of Mother Teresa slightly off-camera. Don't get me started on his crazy-small pants.  We want to get out of here before the traffic's nasty.

Go to the next page quickly! Hurry before the goat person sees us and follows us there!

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