2010-01-25
Original: 2010-01-25 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A young man (with dark, flame-like spiky hair, wearing purple, seen from behind): WE NEED TO SPEND MORE MONEY ON IRRIGATION, NOT TEMPLES.
A smiling bald monk in red and gold robes: DO NOT DWELL UPON YOUR SURROUNDINGS. FLOW, MY SON. BE LIKE THE WATER.
The young man: UH... OKAY.
Panel 2:
The young man is now walking along a dirt road with three other young people.
The young man: SO, THE LAMA WANTS US TO BE FULL OF DYSENTERY.
Votey:
A grinning bald man with his arm around a second man, who is hunched and grimacing.
The second man: =HRRK=
The grinning man: THERE YA GO!
A young man (with dark, flame-like spiky hair, wearing purple, seen from behind): WE NEED TO SPEND MORE MONEY ON IRRIGATION, NOT TEMPLES.
A smiling bald monk in red and gold robes: DO NOT DWELL UPON YOUR SURROUNDINGS. FLOW, MY SON. BE LIKE THE WATER.
The young man: UH... OKAY.
Panel 2:
The young man is now walking along a dirt road with three other young people.
The young man: SO, THE LAMA WANTS US TO BE FULL OF DYSENTERY.
Votey:
A grinning bald man with his arm around a second man, who is hunched and grimacing.
The second man: =HRRK=
The grinning man: THERE YA GO!
Alt text
A two-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: On a grassy hillside, a young man in purple (spiky dark hair, seen from behind) tells a smiling bald monk in red-and-gold robes, 'We need to spend more money on irrigation, not temples.' The monk replies serenely, 'Do not dwell upon your surroundings. Flow, my son. Be like the water.' The young man answers, 'Uh... okay.' Panel 2: The same young man now walks down a dirt road with three other young people and remarks dryly, 'So, the lama wants us to be full of dysentery' -- the punchline being that drinking 'like the water' from an unsanitary source would cause disease. Votey (aftercomic, black-and-white): A grinning bald man drapes his arm around a hunched, grimacing man who gags, '=HRRK=', while the grinning man cheerfully says, 'There ya go!'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.