2009-07-28
Original: 2009-07-28 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A man with red hair in a green polo shirt sits at a table, a syringe in his hand. Two police officers are entering through a doorway behind him.
Man (thought bubble): OH GOD, IT'S THE COPS! QUICK, THINK OF AN EXCUSE!
Man (speech bubble): UH... AH, THERE! GOT ALL THAT HEROIN OUT OF MY VEINS.
Caption below panel: "And now to donate it to charity!"
Votey:
The red-haired man, now in a sleeveless undershirt, holds the syringe to his arm.
Man (speech bubble): FIRST, I'LL TEMPORARILY STORE IT BACK IN MY ARM.
A man with red hair in a green polo shirt sits at a table, a syringe in his hand. Two police officers are entering through a doorway behind him.
Man (thought bubble): OH GOD, IT'S THE COPS! QUICK, THINK OF AN EXCUSE!
Man (speech bubble): UH... AH, THERE! GOT ALL THAT HEROIN OUT OF MY VEINS.
Caption below panel: "And now to donate it to charity!"
Votey:
The red-haired man, now in a sleeveless undershirt, holds the syringe to his arm.
Man (speech bubble): FIRST, I'LL TEMPORARILY STORE IT BACK IN MY ARM.
Alt text
A red-haired man in a green polo shirt sits at a table holding a syringe as two police officers enter the room behind him. He thinks in a panic, "OH GOD, IT'S THE COPS! QUICK, THINK OF AN EXCUSE!" Then he says aloud, fumbling, "UH... AH, THERE! GOT ALL THAT HEROIN OUT OF MY VEINS." A caption below reads, "And now to donate it to charity!" The joke is that he's pretending the heroin he just injected is something he's heroically removing rather than using. In the votey, the man, now in a sleeveless undershirt, presses the syringe back against his arm and says, "FIRST, I'LL TEMPORARILY STORE IT BACK IN MY ARM" — undermining his own excuse by re-injecting it.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.