2010-07-21
Original: 2010-07-21 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A woman with gray hair in a lab coat holds a drink cup with a straw.
Woman scientist: "It wasn't easy, but we now have the ability to create a plasma forcefield."
Panel 2: The woman, glowing blue, holds up the cup which is now surrounded by a shimmering forcefield, facing a dark-haired man.
Woman scientist: "It can withstand bullets, explosives, and temperatures up to 6,000 K."
Panel 3: The dark-haired man smiles, gesturing.
Man: "WOW!! How'd you get the billions in funding for it?"
Panel 4: The woman scientist looks down with a worried, uneasy expression.
Panel 5: The woman leans in close to the man, looking nervous.
Woman scientist: "You know how the President is about to give a speech entitled 'It's ours, bitches?'"
Panel 6: A view from space showing Earth in the far distance, and in the foreground a large green planet entirely encased in the blue plasma forcefield, with a giant American flag and an enormous version of the drink cup planted on its surface.
Votey: A handwritten note.
"Dear bitches.
In your face.
Sincerely,
The goddamn President."
Woman scientist: "It wasn't easy, but we now have the ability to create a plasma forcefield."
Panel 2: The woman, glowing blue, holds up the cup which is now surrounded by a shimmering forcefield, facing a dark-haired man.
Woman scientist: "It can withstand bullets, explosives, and temperatures up to 6,000 K."
Panel 3: The dark-haired man smiles, gesturing.
Man: "WOW!! How'd you get the billions in funding for it?"
Panel 4: The woman scientist looks down with a worried, uneasy expression.
Panel 5: The woman leans in close to the man, looking nervous.
Woman scientist: "You know how the President is about to give a speech entitled 'It's ours, bitches?'"
Panel 6: A view from space showing Earth in the far distance, and in the foreground a large green planet entirely encased in the blue plasma forcefield, with a giant American flag and an enormous version of the drink cup planted on its surface.
Votey: A handwritten note.
"Dear bitches.
In your face.
Sincerely,
The goddamn President."
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. A gray-haired woman in a lab coat proudly tells a dark-haired man she has invented a plasma forcefield, demonstrating it around a drink cup; she says it withstands bullets, explosives, and temperatures up to 6,000 K. The man enthusiastically asks how she got billions in funding for it. The woman looks down, uneasy, then leans in nervously and says, 'You know how the President is about to give a speech entitled "It's ours, bitches?"' The final panel reveals the punchline visually: a view from space shows tiny distant Earth, while in the foreground an entire giant green planet has been claimed, encased in the blue forcefield with a massive American flag and a colossal version of the drink cup planted on it. Votey aftercomic: a handwritten note reading 'Dear bitches. In your face. Sincerely, The goddamn President.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.