2007-07-15
Original: 2007-07-15 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Alien (floating egg-shaped creature with a single eye, on rocket jets): WE ARE AN ALIEN RACE FROM THE DISTANT FUTURE. HAVING DISCOVERED ALL INFORMATION AVAILABLE IN THIS UNIVERSE, WE NOW SPEND OUR TIME ANSWERING HUMAN QUESTIONS AND MAKING CRUDE MASTURBATION JOKES.
Panel 2:
Man (in an orange polo shirt): YOU CAN ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS?! IS THERE SUCH THING AS A SOULMATE?
Panel 3:
Alien: YES.
Panel 4:
Man: DO I HAVE ONE?
Panel 5:
Alien: HER NAME IS LEFTY! BAM!
Votey:
Alien (smaller, simpler version of the egg creature): SERIOUSLY THOUGH, NO, THERE'S NO ONE FOR YOU
Alien (floating egg-shaped creature with a single eye, on rocket jets): WE ARE AN ALIEN RACE FROM THE DISTANT FUTURE. HAVING DISCOVERED ALL INFORMATION AVAILABLE IN THIS UNIVERSE, WE NOW SPEND OUR TIME ANSWERING HUMAN QUESTIONS AND MAKING CRUDE MASTURBATION JOKES.
Panel 2:
Man (in an orange polo shirt): YOU CAN ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS?! IS THERE SUCH THING AS A SOULMATE?
Panel 3:
Alien: YES.
Panel 4:
Man: DO I HAVE ONE?
Panel 5:
Alien: HER NAME IS LEFTY! BAM!
Votey:
Alien (smaller, simpler version of the egg creature): SERIOUSLY THOUGH, NO, THERE'S NO ONE FOR YOU
Alt text
A five-panel comic. Panel 1: A floating egg-shaped alien with a single yellow eye, hovering on rocket jets against a blue sky, addresses a silhouetted man, saying it is an alien race from the distant future that, having discovered all information in the universe, now spends its time answering human questions and making crude masturbation jokes. Panel 2: The man, now shown in an orange polo shirt, excitedly asks if it can answer any question and whether there is such a thing as a soulmate. Panel 3: The alien answers simply, 'Yes.' Panel 4: The man hopefully asks, 'Do I have one?' Panel 5: The alien gleefully replies, 'Her name is Lefty! Bam!' -- a masturbation joke implying his only mate is his left hand. Votey (aftercomic): A small, plainly-drawn version of the same egg alien adds, 'Seriously though, no, there's no one for you.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.