2009-10-14
Original: 2009-10-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A green flying saucer hovers over a city skyline at dusk. A small crowd of people stand below, looking up.
Alien (from the saucer): "HUMANS! YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES UNTIL WE DESTROY THE EARTH. YOU HAVE THAT MUCH TIME TO MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD, SAY GOODBYE TO LOVED ONES, OR WHICHEVER ACTIVITIES YOU FIND MOST PLEASURABLE."
Panel 2: Several green flying saucers fire red laser beams at the Earth in space. The beams strike the planet and appear to ricochet back, with bursts of flame erupting from the saucers as they are hit by the reflected lasers.
Panel 3: A news anchor (a man with a mustache and gray hair at the temples, wearing a suit and tie, holding a sheet of paper) sits at a news desk.
News anchor: "AND, IN A SURPRISING TURN OF EVENTS, ALTARIAN LASERS ARE APPARENTLY REFLECTED BY THE COMBINATION OF SEX LUBE AND FRIED CHEESE."
Votey:
Handwritten caption: "THE TYPO I ALMOST MADE: 'FRIED LUBE AND SEX CHEESE'"
Alien (from the saucer): "HUMANS! YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES UNTIL WE DESTROY THE EARTH. YOU HAVE THAT MUCH TIME TO MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD, SAY GOODBYE TO LOVED ONES, OR WHICHEVER ACTIVITIES YOU FIND MOST PLEASURABLE."
Panel 2: Several green flying saucers fire red laser beams at the Earth in space. The beams strike the planet and appear to ricochet back, with bursts of flame erupting from the saucers as they are hit by the reflected lasers.
Panel 3: A news anchor (a man with a mustache and gray hair at the temples, wearing a suit and tie, holding a sheet of paper) sits at a news desk.
News anchor: "AND, IN A SURPRISING TURN OF EVENTS, ALTARIAN LASERS ARE APPARENTLY REFLECTED BY THE COMBINATION OF SEX LUBE AND FRIED CHEESE."
Votey:
Handwritten caption: "THE TYPO I ALMOST MADE: 'FRIED LUBE AND SEX CHEESE'"
Alt text
A three-panel comic. Panel 1: a green flying saucer hovers over a city skyline at dusk as a crowd looks up; an alien announces, "Humans! You have ten minutes until we destroy the Earth. You have that much time to make peace with your god, say goodbye to loved ones, or whichever activities you find most pleasurable." Panel 2: in space, several green saucers fire red laser beams at the Earth, but the beams reflect back and blast the saucers in bursts of flame. Panel 3: a mustached news anchor at a desk reports, "And, in a surprising turn of events, Altarian lasers are apparently reflected by the combination of sex lube and fried cheese." The joke: humanity is saved by an absurd random combination of substances. Votey (aftercomic): a handwritten note reads, "The typo I almost made: 'fried lube and sex cheese'"—the author swapping the adjectives for a dirtier-sounding result.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.