unpaid-internship-loophole
Original: unpaid-internship-loophole on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man in suit (holding up a finger): I'm filing suit against you for back wages!
Panel 2:
A second man (in shadow): So, would you say...
Panel 3:
Man: I worked as an "intern" to that law firm, with the goal of getting experience, but I just did menial tasks all day!
Panel 4:
Second man: ...that you know that now you can file suit for back wages due to being used as free labor during an internship?
Panel 5:
Man: Because, if you do know, you must've learned how to do it via working here.
Panel 6:
Second man: And if you don't know, you would never bring suit in the first place.
Panel 7:
Man: So is your lawsuit naive or non-existent?
Panel 8:
Second man: There is no truth, only chains of facts! There is no truth, only chains of facts!
Panel 9 (final panel, man collapsed/defeated on the ground):
Second man (off-panel): I now pronounce you... junior associate!
Votey:
Handwritten text in a box: This joke stolen joyously from Protagoras
Man in suit (holding up a finger): I'm filing suit against you for back wages!
Panel 2:
A second man (in shadow): So, would you say...
Panel 3:
Man: I worked as an "intern" to that law firm, with the goal of getting experience, but I just did menial tasks all day!
Panel 4:
Second man: ...that you know that now you can file suit for back wages due to being used as free labor during an internship?
Panel 5:
Man: Because, if you do know, you must've learned how to do it via working here.
Panel 6:
Second man: And if you don't know, you would never bring suit in the first place.
Panel 7:
Man: So is your lawsuit naive or non-existent?
Panel 8:
Second man: There is no truth, only chains of facts! There is no truth, only chains of facts!
Panel 9 (final panel, man collapsed/defeated on the ground):
Second man (off-panel): I now pronounce you... junior associate!
Votey:
Handwritten text in a box: This joke stolen joyously from Protagoras
Alt text
A nine-panel comic. A man in a suit confronts a shadowed second man, declaring he's filing suit for back wages after working as an unpaid intern at a law firm who only gave him menial tasks. The second man traps him in a sophistic dilemma: if the intern knows he can sue for back wages, he must have learned how through working here; if he doesn't know, he'd never bring the suit. He concludes the lawsuit must be either naive or non-existent, chanting "There is no truth, only chains of facts!" In the final panel the first man lies collapsed on the ground, defeated, as the second man pronounces him a "junior associate." Votey: a hand-lettered note in a box reads "This joke stolen joyously from Protagoras."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.