Panel 1: Bub is looking at a handful of overdue notices from bill collectors
Bub: Fucking hell. How am I supposed to pay for this shit?
Robert: (Bub's vegan roommate) *reading one of the bills* Horny Sluts 8?
Bub: It wasn't what I thought it would be.
Panel 2:
Robert: Bub, I think it's time for you to get a job. If you'd like, I could get you an interview where I work.
Bub: Screw that. If I'm gonna get a job, it'll be one where I can exert my influence on the broken and hopeless.
Panel 3: *in the offices for the New York Suicide Hotline call center. A portly man sits at a desk, reading Bub's resume which is on fire*
Bub: *quietly* Fucking yes!
Meh, not very funny, but it could be fun.