hey-bros

A seven-panel SMBC comic. In odd-numbered panels, an enthusiastic frat-bro raises his arms and shouts increasingly profound, melancholy invitations to his cheering friends, each phrased like a party pitch: 'BROS! You wanna go get wasted and try to conceive of a mind that is creative without being conscious?!' ('WOOH!'); 'Bros! Wanna go get wasted and try to change the world only to admit to yourself that important players in history are largely the product of luck and circumstance?!' ('WOOH!'); 'Bros! You wanna go get wasted and dimly realize there are vistas of knowledge that human beings are biologically incapable of glimpsing?!' ('WOOH!'). Between them, panels show a bleak, empty hilly landscape captioned with somber existential lines: 'The edifice of my self-regard is built of straw.' / 'We are ants in the palace of fortune.' / 'There is so much and we are so small.' In the final panel, another man asks the smiling bro, 'So, what do you do in the philosophy frat?' and he answers, 'Mostly drinking.' Votey: a hand-drawn sketch of two people. One says flatly, 'You have no idea what a fraternity is.' The other replies, 'It's a club for people with matching jackets.'