2009-09-12
Original: 2009-09-12 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A group of young people sit in a circle in a dimly lit room, as if playing a party game (truth or dare). A man with dark skin and a teal shirt in the center is speaking. Two women flank him (one with brown hair, one with black hair), and the backs of two other people's heads are visible in the foreground.
Man in teal shirt: "NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU LIVE, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WITH CERTAINTY THAT EVEN THOSE CLOSEST TO YOU EVER LOVED YOU IN A WAY YOU'D FIND MEANINGFUL."
Caption (below panel): Everyone began to wish Bobby had picked "dare."
Votey:
Close-up of the same man (now shown in black-and-white line art) continuing to speak to a woman beside him who looks distressed.
Man: "ALSO WHEN YOU GROW UP, COUNT CHOCULA WILL TASTE JUST OKAY."
A group of young people sit in a circle in a dimly lit room, as if playing a party game (truth or dare). A man with dark skin and a teal shirt in the center is speaking. Two women flank him (one with brown hair, one with black hair), and the backs of two other people's heads are visible in the foreground.
Man in teal shirt: "NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU LIVE, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WITH CERTAINTY THAT EVEN THOSE CLOSEST TO YOU EVER LOVED YOU IN A WAY YOU'D FIND MEANINGFUL."
Caption (below panel): Everyone began to wish Bobby had picked "dare."
Votey:
Close-up of the same man (now shown in black-and-white line art) continuing to speak to a woman beside him who looks distressed.
Man: "ALSO WHEN YOU GROW UP, COUNT CHOCULA WILL TASTE JUST OKAY."
Alt text
A group of young people sit in a circle in a dimly lit room playing what looks like truth or dare. A man in a teal shirt at the center says with a serious expression: "No matter how long you live, you'll never know with certainty that even those closest to you ever loved you in a way you'd find meaningful." The others look uncomfortable. The caption reads: "Everyone began to wish Bobby had picked 'dare.'" Votey: a close-up of the same man, now in black-and-white line art, continuing to a distressed-looking woman: "Also when you grow up, Count Chocula will taste just okay."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.