2009-08-14
Original: 2009-08-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (single panel):
A shirtless man with brown hair and glasses sits on a bed, holding up a small package (a condom packet with a bell-like logo) toward a blonde woman wearing pink underwear who stands facing him.
Man: IT'S THE TOMAHAWK CONDOM. WHEN YOU PUT IT ON, IT IMMEDIATELY DEPLOYS THREE ADDITIONAL SMALLER CONDOMS, EACH WITH LASER SIGHTING.
Woman: WHY WOULD YOU EVER, EVER WANT THAT?
Caption below the panel:
August 13, 2009:
The only time in history an engineer ever refused sex.
Votey:
A rough black-and-white sketch of the blonde woman walking away briskly, arms crossed, looking annoyed/upset, as several packets (the condoms) are tossed/flung through the air behind her.
A shirtless man with brown hair and glasses sits on a bed, holding up a small package (a condom packet with a bell-like logo) toward a blonde woman wearing pink underwear who stands facing him.
Man: IT'S THE TOMAHAWK CONDOM. WHEN YOU PUT IT ON, IT IMMEDIATELY DEPLOYS THREE ADDITIONAL SMALLER CONDOMS, EACH WITH LASER SIGHTING.
Woman: WHY WOULD YOU EVER, EVER WANT THAT?
Caption below the panel:
August 13, 2009:
The only time in history an engineer ever refused sex.
Votey:
A rough black-and-white sketch of the blonde woman walking away briskly, arms crossed, looking annoyed/upset, as several packets (the condoms) are tossed/flung through the air behind her.
Alt text
A shirtless man with brown hair and glasses sits on a bed holding up a small condom packet toward a blonde woman standing in pink underwear. He says, "It's the Tomahawk Condom. When you put it on, it immediately deploys three additional smaller condoms, each with laser sighting." The woman, looking unimpressed, replies, "Why would you ever, ever want that?" The caption reads: "August 13, 2009: The only time in history an engineer ever refused sex." The joke is the absurd over-engineering of a missile-style condom and the woman's flat rejection of the pitch. Votey: a rough sketch of the annoyed woman walking away with arms crossed while the discarded condom packets fly through the air behind her.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.