Brings to mind the Afterlife waiting room in the movie Beetlejuice, where he tries to feel up the bottom half of the woman, and gets slapped by her top half for his unwelcome advances.
The perspective of Sherman’s eyeballs in panels 3 and 4 is the same as in panel 1, so I’d have to agree with C’s comment, “Artist faux pas,” but I have to admit that SHIVA’s comment, “It fell into his mocha!!” has a nice Shermanesque ring to it!
Gee, given similar circumstances, I don’t believe I could recite my TV’s serial number either. Is that a new list I should create – tracking the serial numbers of all my possessions – just in case?
Seems like something more appropriate in The Born Loser.