2008-10-27
Original: 2008-10-27 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Single panel. A balding man with a mustache stands at a podium, one finger raised, mid-speech. His speech bubbles are repeatedly interrupted by bursts of "BZZHHHHT!" sound effects rendered in jagged green-and-yellow electric-zap shapes.
Man: AND, IN THE NEXT DECADE-
SFX: BZZHHHHT!
SFX: BZZHHHHT!
Man: WE SHALL MOVE FORWARD-
SFX: BZZHHHT!
Man: TOWARD PROSPERITY-
SFX: BZZHHHHHT!
Man: WHILE STILL MAINTAINING-
SFX: BZZHHHHT!
Man: OUR CORE VALUES.
SFX: BZZHHHHHT!
Caption (below panel): Presidential speeches got a lot more interesting after the secret service was replaced by force fields.
Votey:
The same mustached man stands at the podium, looking down at a smoking, charred object on the lectern in front of him. A faint wisp of smoke and a small "Bzzzh..." sound effect rise from it.
Man: OH, RIGHT... JUST KIDDING, EVERYONE IN THE FRONT ROW.
Man: AND, IN THE NEXT DECADE-
SFX: BZZHHHHT!
SFX: BZZHHHHT!
Man: WE SHALL MOVE FORWARD-
SFX: BZZHHHT!
Man: TOWARD PROSPERITY-
SFX: BZZHHHHHT!
Man: WHILE STILL MAINTAINING-
SFX: BZZHHHHT!
Man: OUR CORE VALUES.
SFX: BZZHHHHHT!
Caption (below panel): Presidential speeches got a lot more interesting after the secret service was replaced by force fields.
Votey:
The same mustached man stands at the podium, looking down at a smoking, charred object on the lectern in front of him. A faint wisp of smoke and a small "Bzzzh..." sound effect rise from it.
Man: OH, RIGHT... JUST KIDDING, EVERYONE IN THE FRONT ROW.
Alt text
A single-panel comic shows a balding, mustached man at a podium giving a speech with one finger raised. Each phrase of his speech is interrupted by jagged green electric-zap sound effects reading "BZZHHHHT!" His lines, repeatedly zapped, read: "And, in the next decade- We shall move forward- Toward prosperity- While still maintaining- Our core values." The caption underneath reads: "Presidential speeches got a lot more interesting after the secret service was replaced by force fields." In the black-and-white votey panel, the man looks down at a charred, smoking object on the podium, faint smoke and a small "Bzzzh..." rising from it, and says: "Oh, right... just kidding, everyone in the front row" — implying the force fields just incinerated the front-row audience.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.