2004-05-04
Original: 2004-05-04 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Single panel:
Two people sit across from each other at a green table in a dimly lit room, a hanging lamp overhead and seashell-like decorations on the walls. A Battleship board game is open on the table between them. The man on the left, with brown hair and a green shirt, holds a smoking pistol pointed across the table. The person on the right slumps back in their chair, apparently shot, with smoke rising from where they were hit.
Caption (below panel): That was the last time we ever played "Battleship."
Votey:
A close-up of the man's face, looking grim, holding the still-smoking pistol.
Man: "Now, don't be a rules Nazi about this."
Two people sit across from each other at a green table in a dimly lit room, a hanging lamp overhead and seashell-like decorations on the walls. A Battleship board game is open on the table between them. The man on the left, with brown hair and a green shirt, holds a smoking pistol pointed across the table. The person on the right slumps back in their chair, apparently shot, with smoke rising from where they were hit.
Caption (below panel): That was the last time we ever played "Battleship."
Votey:
A close-up of the man's face, looking grim, holding the still-smoking pistol.
Man: "Now, don't be a rules Nazi about this."
Alt text
A single-panel comic set in a dim room with a hanging lamp and shell-shaped wall decorations. Two people sit at a green table with an open Battleship board game between them. The man on the left, in a green shirt, points a smoking pistol across the table at the other player, who slumps back in their chair, shot, with smoke rising from the wound. Caption: "That was the last time we ever played 'Battleship.'" The joke: he literally shot his opponent over the game. Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of the shooter's grim face holding the still-smoking gun, saying, "Now, don't be a rules Nazi about this."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.