2014-01-07
Original: 2014-01-07 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A green-skinned alien with spiky hair speaks urgently.
Green alien: It's on a collision course, and it's a thousand billion billion times larger than us!
Panel 2: A blue-skinned alien responds.
Green alien: Let's evacuate!
Blue alien: No time!
Panel 3:
Green alien: Even if we built a few ships in time, they couldn't evacuate this collision zone fast enough.
Panel 4: The blue alien, looking shocked.
Blue alien: Then... what now?
Panel 5:
Green alien: Tell your loved ones everything they mean to you. Make peace with your maker. And try to remember, since no one will be around to remember.
Panel 6: Wordless. The two aliens stand silhouetted in the foreground against a view of planet Earth in space.
Panel 7: Wordless. A streak of light crosses the night sky over a hillside.
Panel 8: On Earth, a small child stands with an adult, looking up at the sky.
Child: Daddy look! A shooting star!
Adult: Ooooh!
Votey:
A small spiky-crowned figure (a child) looks up, speaking.
Child: I'm gonna bang every ice cube I see
Green alien: It's on a collision course, and it's a thousand billion billion times larger than us!
Panel 2: A blue-skinned alien responds.
Green alien: Let's evacuate!
Blue alien: No time!
Panel 3:
Green alien: Even if we built a few ships in time, they couldn't evacuate this collision zone fast enough.
Panel 4: The blue alien, looking shocked.
Blue alien: Then... what now?
Panel 5:
Green alien: Tell your loved ones everything they mean to you. Make peace with your maker. And try to remember, since no one will be around to remember.
Panel 6: Wordless. The two aliens stand silhouetted in the foreground against a view of planet Earth in space.
Panel 7: Wordless. A streak of light crosses the night sky over a hillside.
Panel 8: On Earth, a small child stands with an adult, looking up at the sky.
Child: Daddy look! A shooting star!
Adult: Ooooh!
Votey:
A small spiky-crowned figure (a child) looks up, speaking.
Child: I'm gonna bang every ice cube I see
Alt text
An eight-panel comic. Two cartoon aliens — one green with spiky hair, one blue — react to an impending catastrophe. The green alien warns that something is on a collision course and is a thousand billion billion times larger than them. The blue alien suggests evacuating, but there's no time; even a few ships couldn't escape the collision zone fast enough. The green alien solemnly advises telling loved ones what they mean, making peace with their maker, and trying to remember since no one will be left to remember. The two aliens stand silhouetted against a view of planet Earth floating in space — revealing they live on something tiny near Earth. A bright streak crosses the night sky over a hillside. On Earth, a child stands with their father looking up: 'Daddy look! A shooting star!' 'Ooooh!' The 'shooting star' is the doomed alien world burning up — the catastrophe was the aliens hitting Earth's atmosphere, harmless to us. Votey: a small spiky-crowned child figure looks up and declares, 'I'm gonna bang every ice cube I see.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.