extra-sausage
Original: extra-sausage on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (with reddish hair, standing): I see you brought my pizza with extra sausage.
Panel 2:
Man (delivery person, dark hair): Ma'am, you took large tubes of cured meat, roughly the size and shape of a penis, and sliced them onto your pizza.
Panel 3:
Man: It's just little bits of low-quality ground meat. They come in a frozen vacuum-sealed meat cartridge.
Panel 4:
Man: If you were planning to seduce me, you should've either ordered mushrooms or specified Italian sausage and paid a little extra.
Panel 5:
Woman: Are you by any chance a Bachelor of the Arts?
Panel 6:
Man: If the metaphor ain't apt, this junk stays untapped.
Votey:
A cardboard box labeled "600 MEATS" with a barcode in the corner.
Woman (with reddish hair, standing): I see you brought my pizza with extra sausage.
Panel 2:
Man (delivery person, dark hair): Ma'am, you took large tubes of cured meat, roughly the size and shape of a penis, and sliced them onto your pizza.
Panel 3:
Man: It's just little bits of low-quality ground meat. They come in a frozen vacuum-sealed meat cartridge.
Panel 4:
Man: If you were planning to seduce me, you should've either ordered mushrooms or specified Italian sausage and paid a little extra.
Panel 5:
Woman: Are you by any chance a Bachelor of the Arts?
Panel 6:
Man: If the metaphor ain't apt, this junk stays untapped.
Votey:
A cardboard box labeled "600 MEATS" with a barcode in the corner.
Alt text
A six-panel comic. A red-haired woman greets a dark-haired pizza delivery man, saying she sees he brought her pizza with extra sausage. He pedantically objects that she took large tubes of cured meat, roughly the size and shape of a penis, and sliced them onto her pizza. He continues that it's just little bits of low-quality ground meat from a frozen vacuum-sealed meat cartridge, and that if she was planning to seduce him she should have ordered mushrooms or specified Italian sausage and paid extra. She asks if he is by any chance a Bachelor of the Arts. He replies, 'If the metaphor ain't apt, this junk stays untapped.' Votey: a cardboard box labeled '600 MEATS' with a barcode, riffing on the bulk low-quality meat product.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.