2006-02-07
Original: 2006-02-07 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man (shirtless, brown hair, arms crossed, in a garden landscape with a waterfall): SURE THING, GOD! I'D LOVE TO HAVE A WIFE TO- HEYYYYY, WAIT A MINUTE-
Panel 2:
The man reclines, touching his chin thoughtfully, a large moon/sun in the background.
Man: WHICH RIB?
Votey:
A woman's face, looking annoyed.
Woman: STAY AWAY FROM MY LADY-RIB!
Man (shirtless, brown hair, arms crossed, in a garden landscape with a waterfall): SURE THING, GOD! I'D LOVE TO HAVE A WIFE TO- HEYYYYY, WAIT A MINUTE-
Panel 2:
The man reclines, touching his chin thoughtfully, a large moon/sun in the background.
Man: WHICH RIB?
Votey:
A woman's face, looking annoyed.
Woman: STAY AWAY FROM MY LADY-RIB!
Alt text
A two-panel comic riffing on the biblical creation of Eve from Adam's rib. Panel 1: a shirtless brown-haired man with crossed arms stands in a lush garden with a waterfall, cheerfully replying to an unseen God: "Sure thing, God! I'd love to have a wife to- heyyyyy, wait a minute-" as he realizes the catch. Panel 2: the man reclines, hand on his chin in suspicious thought beneath a big moon, asking "Which rib?" Votey: a close-up of an annoyed woman's face snapping, "Stay away from my lady-rib!" The joke: the future Eve is already territorial about which of Adam's ribs gets used to make her.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.