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2012-06-20

Original: 2012-06-20 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1: Exterior shot of a building with an orange sign reading "RESTAURANT." A speech bubble emanates from inside.
Man (offscreen, inside): HAHAHA! COWER BEFORE ME, SALAD BAR CLERK!

Panel 2: A man with curly dark hair and round glasses (green shirt) grins triumphantly at another man seen from behind.
Man in glasses: YOUR PAY-BY-WEIGHT SYSTEM IS CLEVER, BUT YOU HAVEN'T RECKONED ON THE BRILLIANTLY CALCULATING MIND OF THE ENGINEER.

Panel 3: Close-up of the same grinning man in glasses.
Man in glasses: I'VE FILLED MY BOWL WITH NOTHING BUT CHEESES, EXPENSIVE DRESSING, CASHEWS, AND OLIVES!

Panel 4: The man in glasses gestures grandly.
Man in glasses: NET LOSS TO YOU, MY FRIEND? SEVERAL DOLLARS.

Panel 5: View from behind the man toward the salad bar clerk, a younger person in an orange shirt standing at a register.
Clerk: COOL. CASH OR CREDIT?

Panel 6: A banner reads "LATER..." Below, the man in glasses sits at a table, looking queasy and uncertain, hand to his mouth, a bowl of food in front of him. A thought bubble shows his inner monologue.
Man in glasses (thinking): MUST... ENJOY... TERRIBLE... TASTE...

Votey: A loose black-and-white sketch of the man clutching his chest, looking pained, with a thought bubble.
Man (thinking): URK! MY HEART.

Alt text

A six-panel comic. Panel 1 shows the exterior of a building labeled "RESTAURANT," with a voice booming from inside: "HAHAHA! COWER BEFORE ME, SALAD BAR CLERK!" Panel 2 reveals a smug man with glasses and a green shirt addressing a clerk: "Your pay-by-weight system is clever, but you haven't reckoned on the brilliantly calculating mind of THE ENGINEER." Panel 3, close-up of his grin: "I've filled my bowl with nothing but cheeses, expensive dressing, cashews, and olives!" Panel 4, gesturing grandly: "Net loss to you, my friend? SEVERAL DOLLARS." Panel 5 shows the unimpressed clerk at the register replying flatly: "Cool. Cash or credit?" Panel 6, labeled "LATER...," shows the man sitting at a table looking sick and forcing down his all-rich-food meal, thinking: "Must... enjoy... terrible... taste..." The joke: he beat the pricing system but stuck himself with a nauseatingly heavy, unbalanced bowl of food. The votey, a rough sketch, shows him clutching his chest in pain, thinking "Urk! My heart."

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.