hey-kid
Original: hey-kid on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man in suit and sunglasses (leaning in conspiratorially): Hey kid pssst wanna get into a semantic argument?
Panel 2:
Kid (offscreen, in dialogue box): My dad warned me about people like you!
Panel 3:
Man: That's not a no.
Man: The "no" was clearly implicit.
Panel 4:
Kid (offscreen): Infinite things are implicit in any statement. It's a vacuous point.
Panel 5:
Man: A generally negative response to a question IMPLIES lack of interest.
Panel 6:
Kid (offscreen): You... oh my god. You're hooked now!
Panel 7:
Man (smiling, sweating): I have a sudden overwhelming desire to appear on cable news.
Kid (offscreen): Whoa, ease up kid.
Votey:
Handwritten text at top: I am a young adult
(Below, a crudely drawn smug/sneering face appears to be saying or thinking the line above.)
Man in suit and sunglasses (leaning in conspiratorially): Hey kid pssst wanna get into a semantic argument?
Panel 2:
Kid (offscreen, in dialogue box): My dad warned me about people like you!
Panel 3:
Man: That's not a no.
Man: The "no" was clearly implicit.
Panel 4:
Kid (offscreen): Infinite things are implicit in any statement. It's a vacuous point.
Panel 5:
Man: A generally negative response to a question IMPLIES lack of interest.
Panel 6:
Kid (offscreen): You... oh my god. You're hooked now!
Panel 7:
Man (smiling, sweating): I have a sudden overwhelming desire to appear on cable news.
Kid (offscreen): Whoa, ease up kid.
Votey:
Handwritten text at top: I am a young adult
(Below, a crudely drawn smug/sneering face appears to be saying or thinking the line above.)
Alt text
A six-panel comic. A man in a suit and sunglasses leans in toward an offscreen kid and whispers, "Hey kid pssst wanna get into a semantic argument?" The kid replies, "My dad warned me about people like you!" The man says, "That's not a no. The 'no' was clearly implicit." The kid counters, "Infinite things are implicit in any statement. It's a vacuous point." The man, now sweating and smiling more intensely, argues, "A generally negative response to a question IMPLIES lack of interest." The kid says, "You... oh my god. You're hooked now!" In the final panel the grinning, sweating man declares, "I have a sudden overwhelming desire to appear on cable news," and the kid says, "Whoa, ease up kid" — the corrupting roles now reversed, the man addicted to arguing for its own sake. Votey: a crudely sketched smug, sneering face with handwritten text above it reading, "I am a young adult."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.