2010-02-02
Original: 2010-02-02 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
An angel holds up a dark folder, presenting it to a large glowing oval figure (God) made of light with golden triangular rays.
Angel: GOD, WE'VE PREPARED "HUMANS." HERE'S THE DOSSIER.
Panel 2:
God holds an open document titled "HUMAN SEXUALITY" showing a smiling man.
God: NOT BAD! COULD WE MAKE THEM LOOK MORE STUPID WHEN MATING?
Panel 3:
A red banner reads: SOON...
God holds a revised document titled "REVISED HUMAN SEXUA[LITY]" showing the same man now looking distressed/anguished.
God: PERFECT!
Panel 4:
The angel (seen in profile) speaks with God.
Angel: SAY, HOW MANY IQ POINTS DID THIS COST THEM?
God: SIXTY-FIVE.
Angel: WORTH IT.
Votey:
A handwritten note:
Dear Internet: I know IQ is a relative measure, but ~~dammit~~ you know what I mean!
<3
ZACH
An angel holds up a dark folder, presenting it to a large glowing oval figure (God) made of light with golden triangular rays.
Angel: GOD, WE'VE PREPARED "HUMANS." HERE'S THE DOSSIER.
Panel 2:
God holds an open document titled "HUMAN SEXUALITY" showing a smiling man.
God: NOT BAD! COULD WE MAKE THEM LOOK MORE STUPID WHEN MATING?
Panel 3:
A red banner reads: SOON...
God holds a revised document titled "REVISED HUMAN SEXUA[LITY]" showing the same man now looking distressed/anguished.
God: PERFECT!
Panel 4:
The angel (seen in profile) speaks with God.
Angel: SAY, HOW MANY IQ POINTS DID THIS COST THEM?
God: SIXTY-FIVE.
Angel: WORTH IT.
Votey:
A handwritten note:
Dear Internet: I know IQ is a relative measure, but ~~dammit~~ you know what I mean!
<3
ZACH
Alt text
A four-panel comic. An angel presents a dossier to God, depicted as a large glowing oval of light with golden triangular rays. The angel says, "God, we've prepared 'Humans.' Here's the dossier." God reads a document titled "Human Sexuality" showing a smiling man and replies, "Not bad! Could we make them look more stupid when mating?" A red "Soon..." banner appears; God now reads the "Revised Human Sexuality" document, where the same man's face is twisted in anguish, and says, "Perfect!" In the final panel the angel asks, "Say, how many IQ points did this cost them?" God answers, "Sixty-five." The angel concludes, "Worth it." The votey is a handwritten note reading: "Dear Internet: I know IQ is a relative measure, but dammit (crossed out) you know what I mean! Love, Zach."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.