2008-09-11
Original: 2008-09-11 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A man with reddish hair stands at a wooden lectern, gesturing as he gives a speech, against a purple background.
Man: "Sadly, there is no fountain of youth. Our only real shot at immortality is through our children."
Panel 2:
A rolled-up newspaper lies on a surface. Its headline and a story are visible, with a small photo.
Newspaper headline: "MAN MURDERS SONS"
Newspaper subheadline: "The magnitude of my crimes shall echo through eternity."
Votey:
A man with reddish hair in an orange shirt sits at a desk, reading a sheet of paper, looking unimpressed.
Man (thought bubble): "Ugh. Another book deal."
A man with reddish hair stands at a wooden lectern, gesturing as he gives a speech, against a purple background.
Man: "Sadly, there is no fountain of youth. Our only real shot at immortality is through our children."
Panel 2:
A rolled-up newspaper lies on a surface. Its headline and a story are visible, with a small photo.
Newspaper headline: "MAN MURDERS SONS"
Newspaper subheadline: "The magnitude of my crimes shall echo through eternity."
Votey:
A man with reddish hair in an orange shirt sits at a desk, reading a sheet of paper, looking unimpressed.
Man (thought bubble): "Ugh. Another book deal."
Alt text
Panel 1: A red-haired man stands at a lectern giving a speech against a purple background. He says, "Sadly, there is no fountain of youth. Our only real shot at immortality is through our children." Panel 2: A rolled-up newspaper sits on a surface with the headline "MAN MURDERS SONS" and the subheadline quote, "The magnitude of my crimes shall echo through eternity." The joke: he achieves a kind of immortality not through his children but through the infamy of killing them. Votey: The same man, now in an orange shirt, sits at a desk reading a paper with a bored expression, thinking, "Ugh. Another book deal." — implying his notoriety has made him a sought-after author.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.