2004-04-28
Original: 2004-04-28 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A blonde woman holds up a freshly-ironed object toward a brown-haired man in a purple short-sleeved shirt and tie. The object she holds is not a shirt but a wad of jagged, metallic, accordion-folded teeth (it resembles a row of sharp blades or a bear trap).
Blonde woman (speech bubble): I IRONED YOUR FAVORITE SHIRT! GO AHEAD! PUT IT ON!
Caption below the panel: "Wait a minute! That's not my favorite shirt! No, no, she's definitely up to something..."
Votey:
Close-up of the brown-haired man's head and shoulders. He now appears to be wearing the jagged metal object around his neck/collar, looking strained.
Man: It chafes a little.
A blonde woman holds up a freshly-ironed object toward a brown-haired man in a purple short-sleeved shirt and tie. The object she holds is not a shirt but a wad of jagged, metallic, accordion-folded teeth (it resembles a row of sharp blades or a bear trap).
Blonde woman (speech bubble): I IRONED YOUR FAVORITE SHIRT! GO AHEAD! PUT IT ON!
Caption below the panel: "Wait a minute! That's not my favorite shirt! No, no, she's definitely up to something..."
Votey:
Close-up of the brown-haired man's head and shoulders. He now appears to be wearing the jagged metal object around his neck/collar, looking strained.
Man: It chafes a little.
Alt text
Main comic, single panel: a blonde woman cheerfully holds up an object toward a brown-haired man in a purple shirt and tie. She says, "I ironed your favorite shirt! Go ahead! Put it on!" But the thing she's holding is clearly not a shirt — it's a wad of jagged, sharp-toothed metal that looks like a row of blades or a bear trap. The man points to himself warily. A caption reads: "Wait a minute! That's not my favorite shirt! No, no, she's definitely up to something..." Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of the man, now wearing the jagged metal contraption around his neck like a collar, looking pained. He says, "It chafes a little." The joke: despite obviously recognizing it's a deadly trap, he politely puts it on anyway and only mildly complains.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.