Smelling salts were rapidly administered.
The paper was having to buy a lot of smelling salts.In fact the were paying more for the smelling
salts than they were my cartoons!
BUDGET OVERRUN!!!
on some occasions the publisher would hit his head on the way down to the floor(why the receptionist
never caught him on the way down was a mystey-perhaps her mini skirt was too tight)resulting in bandages,peroxide,isopropyl
alcohol,iodine,etc.
BUDGET OVERRUN!!!.
On a couple of occasions the publisher after perusing some of my really controversial polictical
pen and ink panels actually went into cardiac arrest resulting in the utilization of a defebulator and Emergency Medical Teams.
BUDGET OVERRUN!!!!
Fortunately he survived.
A firing squad was formed for me in the papers parking lot.
I escaped underground(with the receptionist)to an independent publishing company at a secure
undisclosed location.