2008-09-30
Original: 2008-09-30 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Title: MARIJUANA: THE GATEWAY DRUG
Panel 1: A young man with red, flame-like hair in a green shirt holds up and lights a small joint.
Panel 2: The young man smokes the joint, which has burned down. He now also holds a larger object/pipe. Smoke rises.
Panel 3: The young man holds an enormous rolled object (a giant joint/sack) up to his mouth, inhaling deeply.
Panel 4: A bald older man with a mustache appears beside him.
Older man: "SAY, LAD, WHATCHA SMOKIN' THERE?"
Panel 5: Close-up on the young man's face, eyes closed, as he holds the huge rolled object. The bald older man, now in a suit, reacts with shock and grief.
Young man (in speech bubble): "YOUR SON."
Votey:
Caption: "SOON..."
The young man lies on the ground while an enormous wrapped/swaddled form (the giant joint, now person-sized) topples over onto him, one arm flung out.
Panel 1: A young man with red, flame-like hair in a green shirt holds up and lights a small joint.
Panel 2: The young man smokes the joint, which has burned down. He now also holds a larger object/pipe. Smoke rises.
Panel 3: The young man holds an enormous rolled object (a giant joint/sack) up to his mouth, inhaling deeply.
Panel 4: A bald older man with a mustache appears beside him.
Older man: "SAY, LAD, WHATCHA SMOKIN' THERE?"
Panel 5: Close-up on the young man's face, eyes closed, as he holds the huge rolled object. The bald older man, now in a suit, reacts with shock and grief.
Young man (in speech bubble): "YOUR SON."
Votey:
Caption: "SOON..."
The young man lies on the ground while an enormous wrapped/swaddled form (the giant joint, now person-sized) topples over onto him, one arm flung out.
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic titled "MARIJUANA: THE GATEWAY DRUG." A young man with red flame-like hair and a green shirt lights and smokes a small joint, which in each successive panel grows absurdly larger until he's inhaling an object the size of a body. A bald, mustached older man appears and asks, "Say, lad, whatcha smokin' there?" In the final panel, a close-up of the young man's blissful face as the older man, now in a suit, recoils in horror; the young man answers, "Your son." The joke: the giant thing he's smoking is the man's own son. Votey: captioned "Soon...", the now person-sized swaddled form topples over and crushes the young man lying on the ground, his arm flung out.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.