2011-03-19
Original: 2011-03-19 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A young man with flame-like orange hair stands at the bedside of an elderly man lying in a hospital bed. The young man holds Disneyland tickets in one hand.
Young man: "Oh, that's okay. I don't need your last words. I downloaded your brain just now, so I can predict your last words later. Anyway, good luck with death! I'd stay, but these Disneyland tickets are non-refundable."
Caption (below panel): Eventually, convenience will eat all worldviews.
Votey:
Text: "99% of all last words: 'EAT SHIT, SON.'"
A young man with flame-like orange hair stands at the bedside of an elderly man lying in a hospital bed. The young man holds Disneyland tickets in one hand.
Young man: "Oh, that's okay. I don't need your last words. I downloaded your brain just now, so I can predict your last words later. Anyway, good luck with death! I'd stay, but these Disneyland tickets are non-refundable."
Caption (below panel): Eventually, convenience will eat all worldviews.
Votey:
Text: "99% of all last words: 'EAT SHIT, SON.'"
Alt text
A young man with flame-like orange hair stands cheerfully at the bedside of a frowning elderly man lying in a hospital bed, holding a pair of Disneyland tickets. The young man says: "Oh, that's okay. I don't need your last words. I downloaded your brain just now, so I can predict your last words later. Anyway, good luck with death! I'd stay, but these Disneyland tickets are non-refundable." A caption below reads: "Eventually, convenience will eat all worldviews." The votey adds a note reading: "99% of all last words: 'EAT SHIT, SON.'" — implying the dying father's predicted last words are a curse at his callous son.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.