the-truth-about-centaurs
Original: the-truth-about-centaurs on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (orange hair): Hey centaur question!
Centaur (bearded man torso on horse body): What?
Panel 2:
Woman: You have an entire horse body instead of legs.
Centaur: Yep.
Woman: But your head is the same size as a regular human head.
Centaur: Uh huh.
Panel 3:
Woman: So you're operating a much larger body but you have the same brain size as a human. How is it that you have the intelligence of a human when you must have a lot more neurons dedicated to motor control?
Panel 4:
Centaur: She's on to us! Run! Run!
(The centaur gallops away.)
Panel 5:
(The woman stands looking on as the centaur flees into the distance, now revealed to have a blank, dopey, animal-like expression.)
Votey:
(No text — a close-up of the centaur's face, now drawn as a goofy, simple-minded square-headed creature with big googly eyes and a wide grin.)
Woman (orange hair): Hey centaur question!
Centaur (bearded man torso on horse body): What?
Panel 2:
Woman: You have an entire horse body instead of legs.
Centaur: Yep.
Woman: But your head is the same size as a regular human head.
Centaur: Uh huh.
Panel 3:
Woman: So you're operating a much larger body but you have the same brain size as a human. How is it that you have the intelligence of a human when you must have a lot more neurons dedicated to motor control?
Panel 4:
Centaur: She's on to us! Run! Run!
(The centaur gallops away.)
Panel 5:
(The woman stands looking on as the centaur flees into the distance, now revealed to have a blank, dopey, animal-like expression.)
Votey:
(No text — a close-up of the centaur's face, now drawn as a goofy, simple-minded square-headed creature with big googly eyes and a wide grin.)
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic. An orange-haired woman approaches a centaur (a bearded man's torso on a horse's body) and says, "Hey centaur question!" He replies, "What?" She points out that he has an entire horse body instead of legs (he agrees), yet his head is the same size as a regular human head. She then asks how he can have human-level intelligence when, operating a much larger body with the same human-sized brain, he must have far more neurons dedicated to motor control. The centaur panics, shouting "She's on to us! Run! Run!" and gallops away, his face now revealed as blank and dopey. In the final panel the woman watches him flee. Votey: a wordless close-up of the centaur's face redrawn as a goofy, dim square-headed creature with big googly eyes and a wide dumb grin, confirming centaurs aren't actually that smart.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.