2009-03-14
Original: 2009-03-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (narration caption): "THEY'RE AFTER MY BOOKS."
Panel 2 (narration caption): "I CAN ONLY HOPE I HAVEN'T BEEN WATCHED."
Panel 3 (narration captions): "EACH BOOK HAS BEEN CAREFULLY HIDDEN AWAY." / "SAFE." / "SAFE FROM THEIR GREEDY HANDS."
(Art: a young man with purple hair and sunglasses, in a trenchcoat, moves furtively through dim rooms; a menacing shadowy figure with glowing white eyes stands in a doorway.)
Panel 4 (narration caption): "THEY CAN TAKE MY RIGHT, MY FREEDOM, EVEN MY LIFE, BUT... WHERE IS IT?! OH, GOD! THEY'VE INFILTRATED MY--"
(Art: the man crouches in a panic behind furniture.)
Panel 5:
Sound effect: "FLICK!" (a hand flips a light switch)
Older man (the father, holding a magazine titled "LADIES OF SOME KIND"): "WE FOUND YOUR PORNO, SON. YOU'RE GROUNDED."
Young man (purple hair, sunglasses, seated): "DAMMIT!"
Votey:
A close-up: the father's hand holds up a magazine reading "LADIES OF PARTICULAR KINDS," with a crude drawing of a figure on the cover.
Panel 2 (narration caption): "I CAN ONLY HOPE I HAVEN'T BEEN WATCHED."
Panel 3 (narration captions): "EACH BOOK HAS BEEN CAREFULLY HIDDEN AWAY." / "SAFE." / "SAFE FROM THEIR GREEDY HANDS."
(Art: a young man with purple hair and sunglasses, in a trenchcoat, moves furtively through dim rooms; a menacing shadowy figure with glowing white eyes stands in a doorway.)
Panel 4 (narration caption): "THEY CAN TAKE MY RIGHT, MY FREEDOM, EVEN MY LIFE, BUT... WHERE IS IT?! OH, GOD! THEY'VE INFILTRATED MY--"
(Art: the man crouches in a panic behind furniture.)
Panel 5:
Sound effect: "FLICK!" (a hand flips a light switch)
Older man (the father, holding a magazine titled "LADIES OF SOME KIND"): "WE FOUND YOUR PORNO, SON. YOU'RE GROUNDED."
Young man (purple hair, sunglasses, seated): "DAMMIT!"
Votey:
A close-up: the father's hand holds up a magazine reading "LADIES OF PARTICULAR KINDS," with a crude drawing of a figure on the cover.
Alt text
A five-panel comic styled like a paranoid spy thriller. A young man with purple hair, sunglasses, and a trenchcoat sneaks through dark rooms while narration captions read: "They're after my books," "I can only hope I haven't been watched," "Each book has been carefully hidden away. Safe. Safe from their greedy hands." A sinister black silhouette with glowing white eyes lurks in a doorway. He crouches in panic: "They can take my right, my freedom, even my life, but... where is it?! Oh, God! They've infiltrated my--" In the final panel a light switch goes "FLICK!" and an ordinary older man, his father, stands holding a magazine labeled "LADIES OF SOME KIND," saying "We found your porno, son. You're grounded." The young man replies "Dammit!" The whole spy-thriller tension was just a teenager hiding porn from his parents. Votey: a close-up of the father's hand holding the magazine, now titled "LADIES OF PARTICULAR KINDS," with a crude sketch of a figure on the cover.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.