2013-05-25
Original: 2013-05-25 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A woman with dark hair (seen in profile, foreground) and a man in a red shirt face each other against a purple background.
Woman: Every time you tell me you love me, I DIE a little.
Man: Oh my god.
Panel 2: The woman, now smiling, against a purple background.
Woman: I mean technically, while you're saying "I love you," about a million cells in my body die.
Panel 3: The woman in a yellow shirt, smiling, with the man standing behind her (magenta background).
Woman: So, I also die a little inside when I say "I love you" to you.
Panel 4: The woman and the man kissing (red background).
Woman: And when we make love, I die a LOT.
Panel 5: The woman (foreground, profile) and the man in the red shirt, against a purple background.
Woman: I know that last one was a compliment, but I still feel sad.
Man: Well, I don't die THAT much.
Votey:
A handwritten dimensional-analysis calculation:
(1 sex / 120 s) · (1 s / 1e6 cell death) = 1 sex / 1.2e8 cell deaths
Woman: Every time you tell me you love me, I DIE a little.
Man: Oh my god.
Panel 2: The woman, now smiling, against a purple background.
Woman: I mean technically, while you're saying "I love you," about a million cells in my body die.
Panel 3: The woman in a yellow shirt, smiling, with the man standing behind her (magenta background).
Woman: So, I also die a little inside when I say "I love you" to you.
Panel 4: The woman and the man kissing (red background).
Woman: And when we make love, I die a LOT.
Panel 5: The woman (foreground, profile) and the man in the red shirt, against a purple background.
Woman: I know that last one was a compliment, but I still feel sad.
Man: Well, I don't die THAT much.
Votey:
A handwritten dimensional-analysis calculation:
(1 sex / 120 s) · (1 s / 1e6 cell death) = 1 sex / 1.2e8 cell deaths
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic. A dark-haired woman and a man in a red shirt talk. The woman says, "Every time you tell me you love me, I die a little." The man replies, "Oh my god." Smiling, she explains, "I mean technically, while you're saying 'I love you,' about a million cells in my body die. So, I also die a little inside when I say 'I love you' to you." In the next panel they kiss as she adds, "And when we make love, I die a LOT." Finally she says, "I know that last one was a compliment, but I still feel sad," and the man, looking down sheepishly, answers, "Well, I don't die THAT much." The votey (aftercomic) shows a handwritten unit-conversion calculation working out the rate: (1 sex / 120 seconds) times (1 second / 1 million cell deaths) equals 1 sex per 1.2 x 10^8 cell deaths.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.