2014-05-21
Original: 2014-05-21 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Child: Hey daddy! What did one cow say to the other?
Panel 2:
Father: We are bred to die! Don't you get it? Bred to die! The hand that feeds us is the mouth that eats us! Don't go into that building, brother! DON'T!
Panel 3:
Child: He said "Do ya wanna see a moooooovie?"
Panel 4:
Father: But in that building there was no movie. Only moooooo-der.
Child: Mom! He's doing it AGAIN!
Votey:
Woman (off-panel/at edge): Do you always have to be the center of attention.
Man (with wild hair): Why do you think I'm naked?
Child: Hey daddy! What did one cow say to the other?
Panel 2:
Father: We are bred to die! Don't you get it? Bred to die! The hand that feeds us is the mouth that eats us! Don't go into that building, brother! DON'T!
Panel 3:
Child: He said "Do ya wanna see a moooooovie?"
Panel 4:
Father: But in that building there was no movie. Only moooooo-der.
Child: Mom! He's doing it AGAIN!
Votey:
Woman (off-panel/at edge): Do you always have to be the center of attention.
Man (with wild hair): Why do you think I'm naked?
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: a smiling young boy sits in a chair excitedly asking his father, "Hey daddy! What did one cow say to the other?" Panel 2: the father, looking grim and intense, launches into a dark rant: "We are bred to die! Don't you get it? Bred to die! The hand that feeds us is the mouth that eats us! Don't go into that building, brother! DON'T!" Panel 3: the boy, deadpan, delivers the actual punchline of his joke: he said "Do ya wanna see a moooooovie?" Panel 4: the father, undeterred, keeps darkly ranting, "But in that building there was no movie. Only moooooo-der," while the boy throws up his hands and yells, "Mom! He's doing it AGAIN!" The joke is that the father turns an innocent kid's pun into a horrifying meditation on cattle being raised for slaughter. Votey (aftercomic): a sketchy panel where a woman says "Do you always have to be the center of attention," and a wild-haired man replies, "Why do you think I'm naked?"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.