2013-05-22
Original: 2013-05-22 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman with flame-like orange hair (cooing at a baby): WHO'S A CUTIE? WHO'S MY LITTLE GENETIC PAYLOAD? YOU ARE! YOU ARE!
(An older woman with gray hair and glasses sits beside her, looking displeased.)
Panel 2:
Older gray-haired woman (close-up, grimacing): DON'T SAY THAT!
Panel 3:
Older gray-haired woman: HE'S NOT A GENETIC PAYLOAD, HE'S A CHILD! HE'S YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD! HE HAS HANDS LIKE YOU! EYES LIKE YOU! HEART LIKE YOU!
Panel 4:
Orange-haired woman (close-up, looking moved and serious): OH MY GOD. YOU'RE RIGHT.
Panel 5:
Orange-haired woman (smiling, cooing at the baby again): WHO'S MY LITTLE BACKUP LIVER? IT'S YOU! IT'S YOU!
(The older woman beside her looks unimpressed.)
Votey:
A close-up of a face, mouth open in protest.
Voice 1: HE'S NOT SPARE PARTS!
Voice 2: THAT IS TECHNICALLY FALSE.
Woman with flame-like orange hair (cooing at a baby): WHO'S A CUTIE? WHO'S MY LITTLE GENETIC PAYLOAD? YOU ARE! YOU ARE!
(An older woman with gray hair and glasses sits beside her, looking displeased.)
Panel 2:
Older gray-haired woman (close-up, grimacing): DON'T SAY THAT!
Panel 3:
Older gray-haired woman: HE'S NOT A GENETIC PAYLOAD, HE'S A CHILD! HE'S YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD! HE HAS HANDS LIKE YOU! EYES LIKE YOU! HEART LIKE YOU!
Panel 4:
Orange-haired woman (close-up, looking moved and serious): OH MY GOD. YOU'RE RIGHT.
Panel 5:
Orange-haired woman (smiling, cooing at the baby again): WHO'S MY LITTLE BACKUP LIVER? IT'S YOU! IT'S YOU!
(The older woman beside her looks unimpressed.)
Votey:
A close-up of a face, mouth open in protest.
Voice 1: HE'S NOT SPARE PARTS!
Voice 2: THAT IS TECHNICALLY FALSE.
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic. A young woman with flame-like orange hair and round glasses cuddles a baby (off-panel), cooing baby-talk: "Who's a cutie? Who's my little genetic payload? You are! You are!" Beside her, an older gray-haired woman in glasses scowls. In close-up the older woman snaps, "Don't say that!" then lectures: "He's not a genetic payload, he's a child! He's your flesh and blood! He has hands like you! Eyes like you! Heart like you!" The orange-haired woman, looking genuinely moved, says, "Oh my god. You're right." Then, smiling and resuming baby-talk, she coos to the baby: "Who's my little backup liver? It's you! It's you!" while the older woman looks unimpressed. Votey: a sketchy close-up of a face mid-protest. One voice insists, "He's not spare parts!" Another flatly replies, "That is technically false."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.