2012-12-31
Original: 2012-12-31 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A woman with red hair and a man sit across a table at night, the man holding a mug.
Woman: WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET TONIGHT?
Man: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
Panel 2: Close on the woman, the man's silhouette in the foreground.
Woman: COME ON, TELL ME.
Man: SERIOUSLY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
Panel 3: The woman alone, smiling.
Woman: PLEASE?
Panel 4: Close on the man, looking uneasy.
Man: THE WAY YOU JUST LAUGHED REMINDED ME OF A CHIMPANZEE, WHICH BROUGHT TO MIND THE FACT THAT WE'RE EVOLVED CREATURES AND SHOULD SUSPECT EVEN OUR MOST SUBLIME FEELINGS AS BEING MERELY THE EXPRESSION OF A PROCREATIVE URGE.
Panel 5: The woman alone, now frowning, distressed.
Panel 6: The woman frowning while the man's silhouette looms.
Man: SORRY. WANNA GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT HOW NEITHER OF US USED TO BELIEVE IN SOULMATES?
Woman: WELL, NOT NOW!
Votey:
A loose sketch of the red-haired woman scowling, with a speech bubble reading: SSSS!
Woman: WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET TONIGHT?
Man: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
Panel 2: Close on the woman, the man's silhouette in the foreground.
Woman: COME ON, TELL ME.
Man: SERIOUSLY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
Panel 3: The woman alone, smiling.
Woman: PLEASE?
Panel 4: Close on the man, looking uneasy.
Man: THE WAY YOU JUST LAUGHED REMINDED ME OF A CHIMPANZEE, WHICH BROUGHT TO MIND THE FACT THAT WE'RE EVOLVED CREATURES AND SHOULD SUSPECT EVEN OUR MOST SUBLIME FEELINGS AS BEING MERELY THE EXPRESSION OF A PROCREATIVE URGE.
Panel 5: The woman alone, now frowning, distressed.
Panel 6: The woman frowning while the man's silhouette looms.
Man: SORRY. WANNA GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT HOW NEITHER OF US USED TO BELIEVE IN SOULMATES?
Woman: WELL, NOT NOW!
Votey:
A loose sketch of the red-haired woman scowling, with a speech bubble reading: SSSS!
Alt text
A six-panel comic. At a dinner table at night, a red-haired woman asks a quiet man, 'Why are you so quiet tonight?' He replies, 'Don't worry about it.' She presses: 'Come on, tell me,' 'Please?' while he insists 'Seriously, don't worry about it.' Finally he confesses: 'The way you just laughed reminded me of a chimpanzee, which brought to mind the fact that we're evolved creatures and should suspect even our most sublime feelings as being merely the expression of a procreative urge.' The woman's smile collapses into a hurt frown. He backpedals: 'Sorry. Wanna go back to talking about how neither of us used to believe in soulmates?' She snaps, 'Well, not now!' Votey: a rough sketch of the woman scowling, hissing 'Ssss!'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.