2011-10-14
Original: 2011-10-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A young man with curly red-orange hair and a blue t-shirt looks down at himself, speaking.
Man: MY FIRST ERECTION! IT'S... OH MY GOD NO! IF THE RATE OF GROWTH OF MY PENIS OVER THE LAST SECOND KEEPS UP, IT'LL BE LARGER THAN THE UNIVERSE IN 276.802 SECONDS.
Panel 2:
The man stares ahead with a worried, grimacing expression. No dialogue.
Panel 3:
The man tilts his head, still looking distressed and grimacing. No dialogue.
Panel 4:
The man's expression has settled into a flat, slightly disappointed look. No dialogue.
Panel 5:
The man looks down, resigned.
Man: DARN.
Votey:
A close-up of the same man's head, looking glum, with a thought bubble above him.
Man (thinking): I GUESS MY LIFE IS A FAILURE...
A young man with curly red-orange hair and a blue t-shirt looks down at himself, speaking.
Man: MY FIRST ERECTION! IT'S... OH MY GOD NO! IF THE RATE OF GROWTH OF MY PENIS OVER THE LAST SECOND KEEPS UP, IT'LL BE LARGER THAN THE UNIVERSE IN 276.802 SECONDS.
Panel 2:
The man stares ahead with a worried, grimacing expression. No dialogue.
Panel 3:
The man tilts his head, still looking distressed and grimacing. No dialogue.
Panel 4:
The man's expression has settled into a flat, slightly disappointed look. No dialogue.
Panel 5:
The man looks down, resigned.
Man: DARN.
Votey:
A close-up of the same man's head, looking glum, with a thought bubble above him.
Man (thinking): I GUESS MY LIFE IS A FAILURE...
Alt text
A five-panel comic. In the first panel, a young man with curly red-orange hair and a blue t-shirt looks down at himself in alarm and exclaims: "My first erection! It's... oh my god no! If the rate of growth of my penis over the last second keeps up, it'll be larger than the universe in 276.802 seconds." Over the next three wordless panels his anxious, grimacing expression gradually fades to flat disappointment as the predicted runaway growth obviously does not occur. In the final panel he looks down, deflated, and mutters, "Darn." Votey: a close-up of the same man's head looking glum, with a thought bubble reading, "I guess my life is a failure..."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.