Herman by Jim Unger for July 27, 2020

Uh oh!

That’s kind of assuming he has usable parts. Sort of back-handed approval!

Sorry, I intend for my parts to be completely worn out!

“I still have some good parts?”

“Relatively speaking, yes, you do.”

“Just to play it safe, I’m going to send you to the morgue now…”

I left my heart, in….

I’m a potential donor.

I don’t think he’s talking about donations to charity

We’re all potential donors.

A donor — for what?

Dr. Frankenstein?

add that to list of “Things I Don’t Want To Hear From My Doctor”. (oops is top of list)

If my body parts are still good, why would I want to donate them?

Does that mean his body is in such good shape that it’s marketable?

He’s a perfect candidate for a scientific study on how a life of ingesting copious amounts of alcohol, nicotine, and narcotics can preserve the body after death.

I don’t have any spare parts or parts to spare.

A. B. Normal.

If he is reusable, then he is reSaveable.

Good Doctor, he’s into recycling.

Could you at least wait until I’m finished with them.

This reminds me of the 1965 film “The Loved One” with Robert Morse. Morse’s character had a business card with the letters AID after his name. Asked what that stood for he replied, “Artificial Insemination Donor”.

Hey, the doctor is left-handed!