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2011-07-12

Original: 2011-07-12 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1: A bald, bearded traveler holding a wooden staff stands before a stone monument in a post-apocalyptic landscape. The monument is an atomic bomb mounted on a pedestal carved with the word "GOD." The traveler addresses a hooded, robed figure beside him.
Traveler: YOUR PEOPLE WORSHIP ATOMIC BOMBS?

Panel 2: Close-up of the hooded, bearded figure.
Hooded figure: Yes.

Panel 3: The bald traveler reads from or gestures, looking distressed.
Traveler: ATOM BOMBS DESTROYED THE WORLD! THEY'RE WHY CIVILIZATION IS GONE AND EVERYONE'S SICK AND THE CROPS ARE ALL DEAD!

Panel 4: The traveler turns to the hooded figure, brightening.
Traveler: SAY... SPEAKING OF CROPS... WHAT'S FOR DINNER TONIGHT?

Panel 5: Close-up of the hooded figure.
Hooded figure: Jello and snack cakes.

Panel 6: Wide shot of the wasteland. The traveler sits on the ground, arms raised in joyful worship toward the bomb monument, having been won over.
Traveler: ALL HAIL THE BOMB!

Votey:
Title: POST-APOCALYPTIC FOOD GROUPS:
Four labeled panels arranged in a grid.
Panel 1: "CANS" — a tin can.
Panel 2: "PEOPLE" — a severed human arm/hand.
Panel 3: "URINE" — a wavy stream/puddle.
Panel 4: "DREAM FOOD THAT TURNS OUT TO BE DIRT OR SOMETHING" — a gaunt person looking longingly at a meal that isn't real.

Alt text

A six-panel comic set in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A bald, bearded traveler with a wooden staff stands before a stone monument: an atomic bomb mounted on a pedestal carved with the word "GOD." He asks a hooded robed figure, "Your people worship atomic bombs?" The hooded figure answers, "Yes." The traveler protests, "Atom bombs destroyed the world! They're why civilization is gone and everyone's sick and the crops are all dead!" Then, brightening, he adds, "Say... speaking of crops... what's for dinner tonight?" The hooded figure replies, "Jello and snack cakes." Won over by the promise of junk food in a world of dead crops, the traveler sits on the ground with arms raised in worship, shouting "All hail the bomb!" Votey: A titled chart reading "Post-apocalyptic food groups:" with four labeled panels — "Cans" (a tin can), "People" (a severed arm), "Urine" (a puddle), and "Dream food that turns out to be dirt or something" (a gaunt person gazing at an imaginary meal).

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.