2013-02-27
Original: 2013-02-27 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1
Man (bald, dark stubble): Oh my god, Sally. Did you make a clone of me to date since we broke up?
Panel 2
Woman (blonde, pink top): Not exactly!
Panel 3
Woman: He's LIKE you, but he's more emotionally available, and he shares my love of antique timepieces, and he's 350% more tolerant of body hair.
Panel 4
Man: And... what the... oh my god, Steve, did you build a clone of me too?
Second man (bald, red beard): Not exactly!
Panel 5
Second man (red beard): She's LIKE you, but she compromises more about housework, and she likes video games, and she helps me with baking like you never did!
Panel 6
Woman: Was that all you wanted from me?
Panel 7
Second man (red beard): I love you.
Panel 8
(The red-bearded man and the blonde woman embrace.)
Panel 9
A group of figures stands in a dim, futuristic setting.
Caption/voice: Back into the salt mines, video clones!
Votey:
A woman at a drawing board turns toward a seated man and exclaims: "Come up with shorter jokes!"
Man (bald, dark stubble): Oh my god, Sally. Did you make a clone of me to date since we broke up?
Panel 2
Woman (blonde, pink top): Not exactly!
Panel 3
Woman: He's LIKE you, but he's more emotionally available, and he shares my love of antique timepieces, and he's 350% more tolerant of body hair.
Panel 4
Man: And... what the... oh my god, Steve, did you build a clone of me too?
Second man (bald, red beard): Not exactly!
Panel 5
Second man (red beard): She's LIKE you, but she compromises more about housework, and she likes video games, and she helps me with baking like you never did!
Panel 6
Woman: Was that all you wanted from me?
Panel 7
Second man (red beard): I love you.
Panel 8
(The red-bearded man and the blonde woman embrace.)
Panel 9
A group of figures stands in a dim, futuristic setting.
Caption/voice: Back into the salt mines, video clones!
Votey:
A woman at a drawing board turns toward a seated man and exclaims: "Come up with shorter jokes!"
Alt text
A nine-panel SMBC comic. A bald man with dark stubble confronts a blonde woman in a pink top: "Oh my god, Sally. Did you make a clone of me to date since we broke up?" She replies, "Not exactly!" then explains: "He's LIKE you, but he's more emotionally available, and he shares my love of antique timepieces, and he's 350% more tolerant of body hair." The man then notices another bald man with a red beard and gasps, "And... what the... oh my god, Steve, did you build a clone of me too?" Steve answers, "Not exactly!" and describes his new partner: "She's LIKE you, but she compromises more about housework, and she likes video games, and she helps me with baking like you never did!" The blonde woman asks, hurt, "Was that all you wanted from me?" The red-bearded man tenderly says "I love you" and embraces her. In the final panel, several figures stand in a dim, sci-fi-looking room as a voice commands: "Back into the salt mines, video clones!" The joke: the supposedly improved replacement partners are themselves disposable, sentient clones sent back to forced labor. Votey: a woman at a drawing board turns to a seated man and yells, "Come up with shorter jokes!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.