2013-08-09
Original: 2013-08-09 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A princess with long blonde hair leans out of a tower window, calling down to a knight below.
Princess: "Sir Knight! You must climb my hair and rescue me from this tower!"
Panel 2: The knight, standing at the base of the tower, replies.
Knight: "Sure! I... wait a sec. Why not just tie your hair to something and rappel down? I weigh more than you, so it'll hurt less and be more convenient."
Panel 3: The princess leans out of the tower window, frustrated.
Princess (thought/exclamation): "Dammit."
(Below, the knight stands shirtless/exasperated outside the tower.)
Votey:
A close-up profile of the princess's face as she leans out, now holding a pistol pointed downward out the window.
Princess: "CLIMB THE HAIR, MOTHER FUCKER"
Princess: "Sir Knight! You must climb my hair and rescue me from this tower!"
Panel 2: The knight, standing at the base of the tower, replies.
Knight: "Sure! I... wait a sec. Why not just tie your hair to something and rappel down? I weigh more than you, so it'll hurt less and be more convenient."
Panel 3: The princess leans out of the tower window, frustrated.
Princess (thought/exclamation): "Dammit."
(Below, the knight stands shirtless/exasperated outside the tower.)
Votey:
A close-up profile of the princess's face as she leans out, now holding a pistol pointed downward out the window.
Princess: "CLIMB THE HAIR, MOTHER FUCKER"
Alt text
A three-panel SMBC comic parodying Rapunzel. Panel 1: a blonde princess leans from a tower window and calls to a knight below, "Sir Knight! You must climb my hair and rescue me from this tower!" Panel 2: the knight replies that it would make more sense for her to tie her hair to something and rappel down, since he weighs more than she does, so it would hurt less and be more convenient. Panel 3: the princess, defeated by his logic, mutters "Dammit" while the knight stands waiting outside. Votey (aftercomic): an extreme close-up of the princess's profile as she now points a pistol down out the window and yells, "CLIMB THE HAIR, MOTHER FUCKER," abandoning logic for threats.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.