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2014-12-07

Original: 2014-12-07 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Devil: WELCOME TO HELL, BOB.
Bob: THIS DOESN'T LOOK SO BAD.

Panel 2:
Devil: WELL, YOU'LL ONLY BE HERE FOR SIXTY SECONDS. AFTER THAT, YOU FADE INTO NON-EXISTENCE.
Devil: FIFTY-FIVE SECONDS NOW. YOU PROBABLY HAVE SOME PRANCHED QUESTIONS, BUT I'M JUST GOING TO DANCE AND SING TEENAGE POP MUSIC.

Panel 3:
Bob: WAIT, ALL I GET IS SIXTY SECONDS?
Devil: THAT'S WHEN I KNEW-EW-EW! I WAS FALLING FOR YOU-U-U!

Panel 4:
Bob: WHAT'S THE POINT OF THIS AFTERLIFE ANYWAYS?
Devil: TAKE CHANCE WITH ME-E! COME ON DANCE WITH ME-E!

Panel 5:
Bob: AAAH! AAAAAH! AAAAH!
Devil: BABY! BABY! BABY! OH YEAH, NO YEAH, OOH BABAEY!

Panel 6:
Bob: AAAAAAAAAaaaa...

Panel 7:
Bob: THAT'S SCREWED UP MAN.
Devil: WHOA, HEY, I DIDN'T DESIGN THE SYSTEM.

Votey:
A voice from above the orb: I TOLD YOU! I WAS DRUNK!

Alt text

A seven-panel SMBC comic. A red horned devil welcomes a man named Bob to Hell, which looks like a plain red room. Bob says it doesn't look so bad. The devil explains Bob will only be here sixty seconds before fading into non-existence, then announces he is just going to dance and sing teenage pop music while counting down (fifty-five seconds now). As Bob asks confused questions about getting only sixty seconds and the point of the afterlife, the devil ignores him and belts cheesy pop lyrics ('that's when I knew I was falling for you,' 'take a chance with me, come on dance with me,' 'baby baby baby'), striking dance poses. Bob screams in mounting horror (AAAH! AAAAH!) until his scream trails off as he fades away. In the final panel Bob is gone; the devil shrugs and tells the empty room 'Whoa, hey, I didn't design the system' (Bob's earlier complaint, 'that's screwed up man,' lingers). The joke: eternity in Hell is just sixty seconds of being forced to endure terrible pop music before annihilation. Votey panel: a hand-drawn black-and-white sketch of a glowing orb (a soul or moon) with a speech bubble from above reading 'I TOLD YOU! I WAS DRUNK!'

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.