2004-04-03
Original: 2004-04-03 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A blond man in a suit sits behind a desk, smiling with his arms crossed. A second person (a man with dark hair, in a yellow shirt) stands across the desk facing him. Framed pictures hang on the green wall behind them.
Blond man at desk: "WELCOME TO HELL, MR. JOHNSON."
Caption below the panel:
"Of course, in the real Hell, there are no devils, no pitchforks, no fire and brimstone - no, nothing so simple.."
"Sadly, you'll be going to the fake Hell where they DO have all that stuff."
Votey:
A close-up of a man's face being jabbed in the eyes by a pitchfork. A speech bubble points to him.
Man: "WOW. YEAH THIS IS WAY WORSE THAN PSYCHOLOGICAL TORMENT."
A blond man in a suit sits behind a desk, smiling with his arms crossed. A second person (a man with dark hair, in a yellow shirt) stands across the desk facing him. Framed pictures hang on the green wall behind them.
Blond man at desk: "WELCOME TO HELL, MR. JOHNSON."
Caption below the panel:
"Of course, in the real Hell, there are no devils, no pitchforks, no fire and brimstone - no, nothing so simple.."
"Sadly, you'll be going to the fake Hell where they DO have all that stuff."
Votey:
A close-up of a man's face being jabbed in the eyes by a pitchfork. A speech bubble points to him.
Man: "WOW. YEAH THIS IS WAY WORSE THAN PSYCHOLOGICAL TORMENT."
Alt text
A single-panel comic. A cheerful blond man in a suit sits behind a desk with his arms crossed, while a dark-haired man in a yellow shirt stands across from him. The seated man says, "Welcome to Hell, Mr. Johnson." A caption beneath reads: "Of course, in the real Hell, there are no devils, no pitchforks, no fire and brimstone - no, nothing so simple.. Sadly, you'll be going to the fake Hell where they DO have all that stuff." The joke: the sophisticated psychological Hell is held up as the 'real' one, but the visitor is being sent to the cliched literal Hell instead. Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of a man's face getting stabbed in the eyes with a pitchfork, saying, "Wow. Yeah this is way worse than psychological torment." -- undercutting the premise by showing the literal Hell is, in fact, worse.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.