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dirty-talk

Original: dirty-talk on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1: A man and a woman stand together.
Man: "I don't understand dirty talk. I just feel awkward the whole time."

Panel 2: Close-up of the woman speaking.
Woman: "Oh, it's easy. You do a sex thing, then in a low voice, you ask the other person if they like the sex thing that you're doing. Just keep doing that and nothing else, and you can't fail."

Panel 3 (divider banner reads "AND SO..."): Two people in bed, the man (now with reddish hair and beard) and his partner.
Man: "Yeah, you like how I'm currently talking dirty?"
Partner: "Why are you using that weird voice?"

Panel 4:
Man (grinning awkwardly): "Yeah baby, you like how I'm suddenly feeling confusion?"
Partner: "Huh?"

Panel 5:
Man (anxious): "You like that? Huh? You like how I'm enveloped in self-doubt?!"
Partner: "This is edging toward frightening."

Panel 6: The partner lies in bed looking concerned; the man's expression is strained.

Panel 7: The man, mouth open and distressed.
Man: "You like how sorry I'm feeling?! Do you like it?!"

Votey:
A close-up of a person's face. A speech bubble from off-panel reads: "Sorrow is my fetish."

Alt text

A seven-panel SMBC comic about dirty talk. In the first panels, a man tells a woman he doesn't understand dirty talk because he feels awkward. She explains it's easy: do a sex thing, then in a low voice ask the other person if they like the sex thing you're doing, and just keep doing that. The comic then cuts to him in bed trying it with a partner. His attempts spiral into anxious self-narration instead of seductive talk: 'Yeah baby, you like how I'm suddenly feeling confusion?', then 'You like how I'm enveloped in self-doubt?!', with his partner responding 'Why are you using that weird voice?', 'Huh?', and 'This is edging toward frightening.' In the final panel he shouts in distress, 'You like how sorry I'm feeling?! Do you like it?!' The joke is that following the formula literally turns dirty talk into a confession of his own anxiety. Votey: a close-up of a face with a speech bubble reading 'Sorrow is my fetish.'

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.