2013-08-22
Original: 2013-08-22 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A shirtless man with orange/strawberry-blond hair has a small electrode device strapped to his forehead, from which a tiny blimp (airship) floats, tethered by cords he holds in his hand. He grins proudly toward a woman with dark hair (shown from behind/side).
Man: "It's held up by the buoyancy of hydrogen and controlled by my brain waves."
Panel 2:
The woman, looking unimpressed/frustrated, faces him.
Woman: "Can we please PLEASE just see a doctor about your erectile dysfunction?"
Panel 3:
The man, the little blimp hovering above his hand on its tether.
Man: "Sure. Or we can skip that and I can give you THE HARDEST BLIMPING OF YOUR LIFE!"
Panel 4:
The man holds the deflating/drooping blimp. The woman looks down, defeated and exasperated.
Man: "Oh the humanity!"
Woman: "Doctor it is."
Votey:
Close-up of the man's face, looking dejected, with a thought/speech bubble above him.
Man: "Knew I should've used the quad-copter..."
A shirtless man with orange/strawberry-blond hair has a small electrode device strapped to his forehead, from which a tiny blimp (airship) floats, tethered by cords he holds in his hand. He grins proudly toward a woman with dark hair (shown from behind/side).
Man: "It's held up by the buoyancy of hydrogen and controlled by my brain waves."
Panel 2:
The woman, looking unimpressed/frustrated, faces him.
Woman: "Can we please PLEASE just see a doctor about your erectile dysfunction?"
Panel 3:
The man, the little blimp hovering above his hand on its tether.
Man: "Sure. Or we can skip that and I can give you THE HARDEST BLIMPING OF YOUR LIFE!"
Panel 4:
The man holds the deflating/drooping blimp. The woman looks down, defeated and exasperated.
Man: "Oh the humanity!"
Woman: "Doctor it is."
Votey:
Close-up of the man's face, looking dejected, with a thought/speech bubble above him.
Man: "Knew I should've used the quad-copter..."
Alt text
A four-panel comic. A shirtless man with orange hair has a small electrode strapped to his forehead, controlling a tiny floating blimp (airship) tethered to his hand. He proudly tells a dark-haired woman it is held up by hydrogen buoyancy and controlled by his brain waves. The woman, exasperated, asks if they can please just see a doctor about his erectile dysfunction. He counters: "Sure. Or we can skip that and I can give you the hardest blimping of your life!" In the final panel the little blimp droops and deflates; he cries "Oh the humanity!" (echoing the Hindenburg disaster) while the woman, defeated, says "Doctor it is." The blimp is a euphemistic stand-in for the man's failed virility. Votey: a close-up of the dejected man thinking, "Knew I should've used the quad-copter..."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.