2009-11-13
Original: 2009-11-13 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Title banner: NEVER MARRY A CHEMIST
Panel 1:
A man (with glasses, a chemist) speaking to a woman across a table where a beaker of red liquid sits: "So, by combining these two fluids, which when separated are devoid of color, we get red, the color... of love."
The woman, smiling warmly: "Aww, Sandy..."
Panel 2:
The man's face suddenly contorts in horror, red fumes/liquid rising from the beaker: "We also get sulfur penta-fluoride! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
Panel 3:
The man stands with arms spread and a sheepish, apologetic grimace, having just shouted the warning.
Votey:
A black-and-white action shot: an explosion with a jagged "BOOM~" burst. The woman and the chemist are thrown backward by the blast, faces shocked, limbs flailing.
Panel 1:
A man (with glasses, a chemist) speaking to a woman across a table where a beaker of red liquid sits: "So, by combining these two fluids, which when separated are devoid of color, we get red, the color... of love."
The woman, smiling warmly: "Aww, Sandy..."
Panel 2:
The man's face suddenly contorts in horror, red fumes/liquid rising from the beaker: "We also get sulfur penta-fluoride! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
Panel 3:
The man stands with arms spread and a sheepish, apologetic grimace, having just shouted the warning.
Votey:
A black-and-white action shot: an explosion with a jagged "BOOM~" burst. The woman and the chemist are thrown backward by the blast, faces shocked, limbs flailing.
Alt text
A three-panel SMBC comic titled "NEVER MARRY A CHEMIST." Panel 1: A bespectacled chemist sits across a table from a smiling woman, a beaker of red liquid between them. He says, "So, by combining these two fluids, which when separated are devoid of color, we get red, the color... of love." She replies fondly, "Aww, Sandy..." Panel 2: His face abruptly twists into terror as red fumes rise from the beaker; he screams, "We also get sulfur penta-fluoride! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" Panel 3: He stands with arms spread and a sheepish, apologetic grimace. Votey (a black-and-white aftercomic): A jagged "BOOM~" explosion blasts the woman and the chemist backward, both flung through the air with shocked faces and flailing limbs.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.