In place of a comic, I'd like to present you with a parable, which I call The Cowboy and the Snake:
One day, as it happened, a cowboy was polishing his boots by the river. The river was a pale blue, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Then a snake came by and bit him. Thinking fast, the cowboy went to college to study herpetology and work on an antidote. Thirty years later, an experimental vaccine based on the cowboy's preliminary findings caused all children in a small Kansas town to develop the ability to unhinge their jaws and swallow rodents whole. The cowboy, long dead, was honored with a statue and a street named after him. The street was later renamed after a popular mayor with an alliterative name. He was frequently misquoted in the press, and his image was used as a cudgel by the anti-snake crowd to push for the legalization of snakeskin belts.
And that old snake that originally bit the cowboy? Immortal.
I hope you learned something valuable, and if you see a scanner at your local pub, tell it not to mix toner and whiskey.