2011-03-25
Original: 2011-03-25 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A man in a suit and glasses stands in the foreground. Behind him, a woman with curly orange hair looks back in alarm at a city scene where glowing green beams are firing down from above, blowing up buildings amid orange flames.
Woman: "OH MY GOD! ALIENS ARE DESTROYING THE METROPOLIS STOCK EXCHANGE!"
Panel 2: The man rushes toward a phone booth labeled "TELEPHONE" at the top, his fist clenched, motion lines trailing behind him.
Panel 3: Close-up of the man holding a telephone handset to his face, mouth open, shouting.
Man: "SELL! SELL! SELL!"
Votey: Close-up of the man still holding the phone to his ear, adding one more instruction.
Man: "ALSO, GET ME A CELL PHONE."
Woman: "OH MY GOD! ALIENS ARE DESTROYING THE METROPOLIS STOCK EXCHANGE!"
Panel 2: The man rushes toward a phone booth labeled "TELEPHONE" at the top, his fist clenched, motion lines trailing behind him.
Panel 3: Close-up of the man holding a telephone handset to his face, mouth open, shouting.
Man: "SELL! SELL! SELL!"
Votey: Close-up of the man still holding the phone to his ear, adding one more instruction.
Man: "ALSO, GET ME A CELL PHONE."
Alt text
A three-panel comic. Panel 1: A man in a suit and glasses stands in front while a woman with curly orange hair cries out, "OH MY GOD! ALIENS ARE DESTROYING THE METROPOLIS STOCK EXCHANGE!" Behind them, green alien beams blast a city into flames. Panel 2: The man sprints urgently toward a phone booth marked "TELEPHONE." Panel 3: Close-up of him shouting into the phone handset, "SELL! SELL! SELL!" The joke: faced with an alien apocalypse, his only concern is dumping his stocks. Votey (black-and-white aftercomic): a close-up of the same man still on the phone, adding, "ALSO, GET ME A CELL PHONE" — acknowledging the absurdity of needing a phone booth to make the call.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.