2011-09-26
Original: 2011-09-26 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Father (a man with glasses, holding up a fist with thumb tucked): GOT YER NOSE!
Young boy (red hair, green shirt): HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Panel 2 (years pass; the boy is older, now a teenager):
Father: GOT YER NOSE!
Teen: HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Panel 3 (still older):
Father: GOT YER NOSE!
Young man: HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Panel 4:
Caption banner: 15 YEARS LATER...
The grown son sits alone, distressed, clutching his chest, with a hole where his nose used to be.
Son: HE BUILT UP MY CONFIDENCE FOR SO MANY YEARS THAT I NEVER SAW IT COMING.
Votey:
The father (glasses, smug expression), now drawn in a sketchy black-and-white style: I HAVE TAKEN YOUR NOSE AND DEPOSITED IT IN A SWISS BANK. MY PRICE? ONE BILLION DOLLARS.
Father (a man with glasses, holding up a fist with thumb tucked): GOT YER NOSE!
Young boy (red hair, green shirt): HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Panel 2 (years pass; the boy is older, now a teenager):
Father: GOT YER NOSE!
Teen: HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Panel 3 (still older):
Father: GOT YER NOSE!
Young man: HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Panel 4:
Caption banner: 15 YEARS LATER...
The grown son sits alone, distressed, clutching his chest, with a hole where his nose used to be.
Son: HE BUILT UP MY CONFIDENCE FOR SO MANY YEARS THAT I NEVER SAW IT COMING.
Votey:
The father (glasses, smug expression), now drawn in a sketchy black-and-white style: I HAVE TAKEN YOUR NOSE AND DEPOSITED IT IN A SWISS BANK. MY PRICE? ONE BILLION DOLLARS.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. In the first three panels, a father with glasses repeatedly plays the "got your nose" game with his son across the years, each time pinching his thumb between his fingers and saying "GOT YER NOSE!" The son, growing from a small boy into a young man, always laughs and replies "HAHAHAHA! NO YOU DIDN'T!" The fourth panel is captioned "15 YEARS LATER..." The grown son sits alone, anguished and clutching his chest, and now there is an actual hole where his nose used to be. He says, "HE BUILT UP MY CONFIDENCE FOR SO MANY YEARS THAT I NEVER SAW IT COMING." The joke: the years of harmless "got your nose" were a long con setting up a real theft of his nose. Votey (a small bonus panel, drawn in rough black-and-white): the smug father announces, "I HAVE TAKEN YOUR NOSE AND DEPOSITED IT IN A SWISS BANK. MY PRICE? ONE BILLION DOLLARS," turning it into a supervillain ransom plot.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.