2014-02-23
Original: 2014-02-23 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (an alien with green skin reporting): I went to "Earth" for the humans, but was horrified.
Panel 2 (alien): Their oceans are polluted.
Panel 3 (alien): Their skies are smoggy.
Panel 4 (alien): They've killed millions of species.
Panel 5 (alien): Their own bodies are filthy with toxins.
Panel 6 (alien): In short... now would be a bad time to turn them into soup.
Panel 7 (alien, addressing a screen/audience): You survive another century, humans!
Panel 8: The alien stands at a console; a view of Earth is visible through a window/viewscreen.
Votey:
A man with his fist raised triumphantly: America saves the world again!
Panel 2 (alien): Their oceans are polluted.
Panel 3 (alien): Their skies are smoggy.
Panel 4 (alien): They've killed millions of species.
Panel 5 (alien): Their own bodies are filthy with toxins.
Panel 6 (alien): In short... now would be a bad time to turn them into soup.
Panel 7 (alien, addressing a screen/audience): You survive another century, humans!
Panel 8: The alien stands at a console; a view of Earth is visible through a window/viewscreen.
Votey:
A man with his fist raised triumphantly: America saves the world again!
Alt text
An eight-panel comic. A green-skinned alien delivers a report. Panel 1: "I went to 'Earth' for the humans, but was horrified." The alien lists Earth's problems across the next panels: "Their oceans are polluted." / "Their skies are smoggy." / "They've killed millions of species." / "Their own bodies are filthy with toxins." The alien concludes: "In short... now would be a bad time to turn them into soup." Then, brightening, it announces: "You survive another century, humans!" The final panel shows the alien at a spaceship console with Earth visible through the window — humanity has been spared from being turned into soup only because it has polluted itself too thoroughly to be appetizing. Votey (aftercomic): A man triumphantly raises his fist and declares, "America saves the world again!" — framing humanity's self-destructive pollution as an ironic victory.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.