a-beer-gut

An eight-panel SMBC comic. A man tells a woman, "I'm developing a beer gut." She replies, "Oh, relax. You're fine." He clarifies that he doesn't mean fat — he means he is literally evolving a specialized intestinal structure just for processing beer. He escalates: he has an island of kidnapped human beings whose only nutritional resource is beer, and the beer stream is seeded with cesium-137 to encourage novel mutations. Over time, he says, a new branch of homo sapiens will sprout with a distinct gastrointestinal tract for consuming barley-derived alcoholic beverages — "And then... then I will have created a pretty okay pun. Ahahahaha!" He laughs maniacally. The woman flatly asks, "How are you paying for this?" He responds, "Can I interest you in a longterm investment?" Votey panel: a sketchy close-up of the man's face in profile, looking shifty, saying, "I can't say what it is but I need money and a place to hide."