2014-02-14
Original: 2014-02-14 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A man lies in bed, eyes closed. A cloaked figure looms over him.
Cloaked figure: DEATH?!
Panel 2: The man, now awake and propped up, speaks calmly to the green-skinned, flame-haired cloaked figure.
Man: Oh, naw. I get that a lot. I'm actually just a guy in a black robe carrying a scythe.
Panel 3: The man lies back down.
Man: Oh.
Figure: But that's still bad.
Panel 4: The man addresses the cloaked, scythe-carrying figure.
Man: Are you also a guy in robes with a scythe?
Figure: Hey!
Figure: No. I'm just Death.
Panel 5: The cloaked figure stands over the man in bed.
Figure: I didn't know how you expected to go.
Votey:
Figure (in cloak): I pretty much follow this dude around all day.
Cloaked figure: DEATH?!
Panel 2: The man, now awake and propped up, speaks calmly to the green-skinned, flame-haired cloaked figure.
Man: Oh, naw. I get that a lot. I'm actually just a guy in a black robe carrying a scythe.
Panel 3: The man lies back down.
Man: Oh.
Figure: But that's still bad.
Panel 4: The man addresses the cloaked, scythe-carrying figure.
Man: Are you also a guy in robes with a scythe?
Figure: Hey!
Figure: No. I'm just Death.
Panel 5: The cloaked figure stands over the man in bed.
Figure: I didn't know how you expected to go.
Votey:
Figure (in cloak): I pretty much follow this dude around all day.
Alt text
A five-panel comic. A man wakes in bed to find a hooded, green-skinned, flame-haired figure looming over him, who gasps "DEATH?!" The man calmly replies, "Oh, naw. I get that a lot. I'm actually just a guy in a black robe carrying a scythe." He lies back down with an "Oh," and the figure says "But that's still bad." The man then asks the robed, scythe-carrying figure, "Are you also a guy in robes with a scythe?" The figure objects "Hey!" then admits "No. I'm just Death." In the final panel Death stands over the man and says, "I didn't know how you expected to go." The joke is that the man assumes everyone in a robe is an impostor, but this one really is Death. Votey: a close-up of a black silhouetted hooded figure (Death) saying "I pretty much follow this dude around all day."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.