2011-11-28
Original: 2011-11-28 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Title above the comic: This is the scariest thing about science:
Panel 1:
A woman with reddish hair, round glasses, and a green shirt holds a slice of carrot cake on a plate, sitting across from a man with round glasses and a dark red shirt.
Woman: AWW, MAN... MY CARROT CAKE HAS RAISINS IN IT.
Man: HUH. I WONDER IF YOU COULD MAKE A BEAM THAT ONLY DESTROYS FRUIT.
Man: IIIINTERESTING...
Panel 2 (banner reads: 2 YEARS LATER...):
An older bald man in a green military uniform speaks to another man with gray hair seen from behind.
Military man: WE HAVE A WAY TO WIPE OUT THE ENEMY'S CROPS.
Votey:
The man with glasses sits at a desk in front of a computer/monitor.
Man: NO RAISINS, BUT THE GEIGER COUNTER IS GOING NUTS.
Another voice (off-panel speech bubble): ECH... IT'S FINE.
Panel 1:
A woman with reddish hair, round glasses, and a green shirt holds a slice of carrot cake on a plate, sitting across from a man with round glasses and a dark red shirt.
Woman: AWW, MAN... MY CARROT CAKE HAS RAISINS IN IT.
Man: HUH. I WONDER IF YOU COULD MAKE A BEAM THAT ONLY DESTROYS FRUIT.
Man: IIIINTERESTING...
Panel 2 (banner reads: 2 YEARS LATER...):
An older bald man in a green military uniform speaks to another man with gray hair seen from behind.
Military man: WE HAVE A WAY TO WIPE OUT THE ENEMY'S CROPS.
Votey:
The man with glasses sits at a desk in front of a computer/monitor.
Man: NO RAISINS, BUT THE GEIGER COUNTER IS GOING NUTS.
Another voice (off-panel speech bubble): ECH... IT'S FINE.
Alt text
Title: "This is the scariest thing about science:" Panel 1: A red-haired woman in round glasses and a green shirt holds a slice of carrot cake and complains, "Aww, man... my carrot cake has raisins in it." A bespectacled man across from her muses, "Huh. I wonder if you could make a beam that only destroys fruit." Then, "Iiinteresting..." Panel 2, banner "2 years later...": A bald man in a green military uniform tells a gray-haired figure, "We have a way to wipe out the enemy's crops" — the idle thought has become a weapon. Votey: The bespectacled man sits at a computer and reports, "No raisins, but the Geiger counter is going nuts." An off-panel voice replies, "Ech... it's fine," implying his fruit-destroying beam is dangerously radioactive but nobody cares.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.