2006-08-10
Original: 2006-08-10 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Reporter (an off-panel person, only a hand and red hair visible): TWO QUESTIONS, MR. PRESIDENT: WHAT'S YOUR POLICY ON GUN CONTROL, AND DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WOULD WORK?
The President (a gray-haired man in a blue suit with a red tie): I BELIEVE IT'S A STATES RIGHTS ISSUE, AND, NO COMMENT.
Caption banner (yellow): MOMENTS PRIOR...
Panel 2:
The President (standing behind a podium, arms thrown up in the air, papers on the podium labeled "POLICY" and "DUTY"): PAPERS, PAPERS, ONE, TWO, THREE! GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME BE!
Votey:
The President (close-up, eyes closed, looking regretful): I regret that the Leprechauns lied to me
Reporter (an off-panel person, only a hand and red hair visible): TWO QUESTIONS, MR. PRESIDENT: WHAT'S YOUR POLICY ON GUN CONTROL, AND DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WOULD WORK?
The President (a gray-haired man in a blue suit with a red tie): I BELIEVE IT'S A STATES RIGHTS ISSUE, AND, NO COMMENT.
Caption banner (yellow): MOMENTS PRIOR...
Panel 2:
The President (standing behind a podium, arms thrown up in the air, papers on the podium labeled "POLICY" and "DUTY"): PAPERS, PAPERS, ONE, TWO, THREE! GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME BE!
Votey:
The President (close-up, eyes closed, looking regretful): I regret that the Leprechauns lied to me
Alt text
A two-panel comic. Panel one: a gray-haired president in a blue suit and red tie at a press conference. An off-panel reporter with red hair asks, "Two questions, Mr. President: what's your policy on gun control, and did you really think that would work?" The president replies, "I believe it's a states rights issue, and, no comment." A yellow banner reads "Moments prior..." Panel two: the same president stands behind a podium with his arms flung up in the air, papers (labeled POLICY and DUTY) before him, chanting like a magic spell, "Papers, papers, one, two, three! Go away and leave me be!" The joke: his official policy was decided by a nonsense incantation. Votey: a sketchy close-up of the president looking regretful, eyes closed, saying, "I regret that the Leprechauns lied to me."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.