2010-08-22
Original: 2010-08-22 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A shirtless man with blond hair sits, looking shocked and distressed. His upper body and the wall behind him are splattered and covered in red, as though something has exploded violently. The red drips down from the top of the panel and coats much of his torso and one side of his body.
Caption (below panel): It was the worst possible way to discover my wife's resonant frequency.
Votey:
The same man holds a telephone receiver to his ear, still shirtless, looking weary and resigned.
Man (on phone): Front desk? Hi... cleanup in the honeymoon suite.
A shirtless man with blond hair sits, looking shocked and distressed. His upper body and the wall behind him are splattered and covered in red, as though something has exploded violently. The red drips down from the top of the panel and coats much of his torso and one side of his body.
Caption (below panel): It was the worst possible way to discover my wife's resonant frequency.
Votey:
The same man holds a telephone receiver to his ear, still shirtless, looking weary and resigned.
Man (on phone): Front desk? Hi... cleanup in the honeymoon suite.
Alt text
A shirtless blond man sits looking horrified, his torso and the wall behind him drenched and dripping with red, as if something next to him violently exploded. Caption: "It was the worst possible way to discover my wife's resonant frequency." In the votey aftercomic, the same man holds a phone to his ear and says, "Front desk? Hi... cleanup in the honeymoon suite." The joke: he accidentally found the vibrational frequency that made his wife burst.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.