2007-02-05
Original: 2007-02-05 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
An older balding man with glasses (referred to in the caption as Mr. Saunders) points angrily at a younger man with reddish hair in a dark suit, who is holding a bouquet of flowers.
Mr. Saunders: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY JENNY!
Young man (with flowers): NOW SIR, BEFORE YOU GET UPSET, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT BEFORE I EVEN CONSIDERED DATING HER I PREPARED THREE FORMS OF BIRTH CONTR—
Mr. Saunders: OUT!
Caption below the comic: Geez. Mr. Saunders is so protective of his wife.
Votey:
In a rough black-and-white sketch, the older man points and shouts while the young man looks downcast.
Mr. Saunders: OKAY, FINE! NO BIRTH CONTROL.
An older balding man with glasses (referred to in the caption as Mr. Saunders) points angrily at a younger man with reddish hair in a dark suit, who is holding a bouquet of flowers.
Mr. Saunders: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY JENNY!
Young man (with flowers): NOW SIR, BEFORE YOU GET UPSET, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT BEFORE I EVEN CONSIDERED DATING HER I PREPARED THREE FORMS OF BIRTH CONTR—
Mr. Saunders: OUT!
Caption below the comic: Geez. Mr. Saunders is so protective of his wife.
Votey:
In a rough black-and-white sketch, the older man points and shouts while the young man looks downcast.
Mr. Saunders: OKAY, FINE! NO BIRTH CONTROL.
Alt text
An older balding man in glasses (Mr. Saunders) angrily points and yells "STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY JENNY!" at a nervous young red-haired man in a suit holding a bouquet of flowers. The young man pleads: "Now sir, before you get upset, I want you to know that before I even considered dating her I prepared three forms of birth contr—" The older man cuts him off: "OUT!" A caption reads: "Geez. Mr. Saunders is so protective of his wife." The twist: Jenny is his wife, not his daughter. Votey (a rough black-and-white sketch): the old man now points and shouts "OKAY, FINE! NO BIRTH CONTROL," implying he wants the young man to get his wife pregnant after all, while the young man looks dismayed.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.