2007-03-01
Original: 2007-03-01 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A bearded man with dark hair, holding a quill pen to his chin, reads from a scroll he is holding. The scroll reads:
Scroll: "SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY? NO, LARDASS."
Caption (below panel): Shakespeare's sonnets lost a lot in the editing process.
Votey:
A sheet of paper showing a list of phrases, each crossed out with a red line, depicting rejected edits:
- "Naw" (crossed out)
- "Hell no." (crossed out)
- "Nah, fuck that." (crossed out)
A bearded man with dark hair, holding a quill pen to his chin, reads from a scroll he is holding. The scroll reads:
Scroll: "SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY? NO, LARDASS."
Caption (below panel): Shakespeare's sonnets lost a lot in the editing process.
Votey:
A sheet of paper showing a list of phrases, each crossed out with a red line, depicting rejected edits:
- "Naw" (crossed out)
- "Hell no." (crossed out)
- "Nah, fuck that." (crossed out)
Alt text
A bearded man with dark hair (Shakespeare) holds a quill to his chin and reads from a scroll. The scroll reads: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No, lardass." The caption below reads: "Shakespeare's sonnets lost a lot in the editing process." The joke is that the famously romantic sonnet line is followed by a crude insult. Votey (aftercomic): A sheet of paper shows earlier rejected drafts of that second line, each crossed out in red: "Naw", "Hell no.", and "Nah, fuck that." — implying "No, lardass" was the polished final choice.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.