2011-10-26
Original: 2011-10-26 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Child: WAIT, EVE WAS MADE FROM ADAM'S RIB?
Priest: YEP.
Panel 2:
Child: SO, THEY HAD THE SAME DNA?
Priest: UHH...
Panel 3:
Child: WHICH MEANS THEY HAVE THE SAME SEX CHROMOSOMES.
Priest: I DON'T-
Panel 4:
Child: SO YOU'RE TELLING ME ADAM AND EVE WERE GAY TWINS?! WE'RE ALL DESCENDED FROM TWO BROTHERS DOING IT? THAT'S A SICK STORY, FATHER! SICK, SICK, SICK!
Panel 5:
Caption banner: LATER...
The priest sits alone at a table with a glass and a bottle of wine.
Priest (thinking): WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE CHILDREN?
Votey:
A person leans over a desk writing, smiling, with a thought bubble.
Thought: I CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE KIDS.
Child: WAIT, EVE WAS MADE FROM ADAM'S RIB?
Priest: YEP.
Panel 2:
Child: SO, THEY HAD THE SAME DNA?
Priest: UHH...
Panel 3:
Child: WHICH MEANS THEY HAVE THE SAME SEX CHROMOSOMES.
Priest: I DON'T-
Panel 4:
Child: SO YOU'RE TELLING ME ADAM AND EVE WERE GAY TWINS?! WE'RE ALL DESCENDED FROM TWO BROTHERS DOING IT? THAT'S A SICK STORY, FATHER! SICK, SICK, SICK!
Panel 5:
Caption banner: LATER...
The priest sits alone at a table with a glass and a bottle of wine.
Priest (thinking): WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE CHILDREN?
Votey:
A person leans over a desk writing, smiling, with a thought bubble.
Thought: I CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE KIDS.
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic. A curly-haired child quizzes an elderly priest. Panel 1: child asks "Wait, Eve was made from Adam's rib?" Priest: "Yep." Panel 2: child asks "So, they had the same DNA?" Priest, uneasy: "Uhh..." Panel 3: child reasons "Which means they have the same sex chromosomes," while the priest stammers "I don't-". Panel 4: the child triumphantly concludes "So you're telling me Adam and Eve were gay twins?! We're all descended from two brothers doing it? That's a sick story, Father! Sick, sick, sick!" Panel 5, labeled "Later...": the priest sits alone at a table with a glass and a wine bottle, thinking glumly, "Why is it always the children?" Votey: a smiling person leans over a desk writing, thinking happily, "I can't wait to have kids."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.