2003-03-12
Original: 2003-03-12 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (single panel):
Two people stand in front of a large canvas hanging on a wall. The canvas has the word "ANGST" smeared on it in brown.
Blonde woman (excited): "WOW, HE'S SO DEEP!"
Brown-haired person (gesturing at the canvas, exasperated): "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! IT'S POOP ON A CANVAS! IT'S LITERALLY POOP ON A CANVAS!"
Blonde woman: "BUT LOOK WHAT IT SPELLS! DID YOU SEE WHAT IT SPELLS? IT SPELLS SOMETHING!"
Caption below the panel:
"Later in our date, she tripped on a branch and scraped her knee."
"I didn't help her up."
Votey:
A bearded person lies in bed with their eyes closed.
Thought bubble: "SECRETLY I MISS ART SCHOOL."
Two people stand in front of a large canvas hanging on a wall. The canvas has the word "ANGST" smeared on it in brown.
Blonde woman (excited): "WOW, HE'S SO DEEP!"
Brown-haired person (gesturing at the canvas, exasperated): "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! IT'S POOP ON A CANVAS! IT'S LITERALLY POOP ON A CANVAS!"
Blonde woman: "BUT LOOK WHAT IT SPELLS! DID YOU SEE WHAT IT SPELLS? IT SPELLS SOMETHING!"
Caption below the panel:
"Later in our date, she tripped on a branch and scraped her knee."
"I didn't help her up."
Votey:
A bearded person lies in bed with their eyes closed.
Thought bubble: "SECRETLY I MISS ART SCHOOL."
Alt text
A single-panel comic. Two people stand before a large canvas mounted on a gallery wall; the word "ANGST" is smeared across the canvas in brown. A blonde woman gushes, "WOW, HE'S SO DEEP!" The brown-haired person beside her gestures at the painting in disbelief: "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! IT'S POOP ON A CANVAS! IT'S LITERALLY POOP ON A CANVAS!" The woman insists, "BUT LOOK WHAT IT SPELLS! DID YOU SEE WHAT IT SPELLS? IT SPELLS SOMETHING!" A caption below reads: "Later in our date, she tripped on a branch and scraped her knee. I didn't help her up." The joke is the narrator's pettiness over an argument about whether feces-smeared lettering counts as art. Votey (aftercomic): a bearded person lies in bed with eyes closed, thinking in a thought bubble, "SECRETLY I MISS ART SCHOOL."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.