Even cartoonists. Especially cartoonists.

So why doesn't anyone flip? Why do they just stand there? Is it the phone? Has Givney learned somehow to ground everyone in the room by clinging to wires and coils? Perhaps there's a long-lost sixth panel where both Givney and Jerry explode on a fine mist of black ink, blowing skull fragments into adjoining strips. Perhaps the artist decided to give the bit a rest once in a while. Keep it fresh. Whatever his reasons, you could rest assured it only lasted a day or two, and soon people were being flung about again. Uttering pernicious banalities wasn't just Jerry's way, it was his profession. And say what you will about him: Jerry was on the job.