2005-04-29
Original: 2005-04-29 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A bald monk in red robes sits cross-legged in meditation on a large rock in a mountain landscape, beneath a tree.
Meditating monk (thought/speech bubble): DIVINE TRANSCENDENCE!
Two other bald monks in red robes stand to the side, one whispering to the other.
Whispering monks (jagged shout bubble): SNICKER SNICKER!
Caption (below panel): Tetsuo had been sitting on a syringe of morphine for just over seven hours now.
Votey:
A man's face in profile speaks toward the upper right.
Man: NOW HIT HIM WITH THE METH.
A bald monk in red robes sits cross-legged in meditation on a large rock in a mountain landscape, beneath a tree.
Meditating monk (thought/speech bubble): DIVINE TRANSCENDENCE!
Two other bald monks in red robes stand to the side, one whispering to the other.
Whispering monks (jagged shout bubble): SNICKER SNICKER!
Caption (below panel): Tetsuo had been sitting on a syringe of morphine for just over seven hours now.
Votey:
A man's face in profile speaks toward the upper right.
Man: NOW HIT HIM WITH THE METH.
Alt text
A bald monk in red robes meditates cross-legged on a rock in a serene mountain setting, blissfully exclaiming "Divine transcendence!" Two other red-robed monks stand off to the side, leaning together and snickering "Snicker snicker!" The caption reads: "Tetsuo had been sitting on a syringe of morphine for just over seven hours now" — revealing the pranking monks have been dosing him rather than the man achieving enlightenment. Votey: a man's face in profile, grinning, says "Now hit him with the meth."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.