2011-11-26
Original: 2011-11-26 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Caption (orange banner, top): LIFE TIP: WHEN LEAVING A CONVERSATION, YOU CAN SAY ANYTHING, AND PEOPLE WILL ASSUME THEY MISHEARD SOME FORM OF GOODBYE.
Panel 1:
A blonde woman: Well, I gotta go. Hot dog squirrel comets.
A man with dark hair in a green shirt: Uh, yeah. Seeya.
Votey:
(No text.) The blonde woman rides a giant hot dog like a rocket sled, arms flung wide, as a brown squirrel and a trailing comet-like plume of light streak across the scene.
Panel 1:
A blonde woman: Well, I gotta go. Hot dog squirrel comets.
A man with dark hair in a green shirt: Uh, yeah. Seeya.
Votey:
(No text.) The blonde woman rides a giant hot dog like a rocket sled, arms flung wide, as a brown squirrel and a trailing comet-like plume of light streak across the scene.
Alt text
An orange caption banner reads: "LIFE TIP: When leaving a conversation, you can say anything, and people will assume they misheard some form of goodbye." Below, a single panel against a purple background: a smiling blonde woman waves off a dark-haired man in a green shirt, saying "Well, I gotta go. Hot dog squirrel comets." The man, looking mildly puzzled, replies "Uh, yeah. Seeya," having apparently registered it as a normal goodbye. Votey: the joke goes literal. The blonde woman, arms spread wide and grinning, rides a giant hot dog like a rocket sled with a glowing comet trail behind her, a brown squirrel tucked alongside.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.