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satan-fingers

Original: satan-fingers on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Father: SON! HAVE YOU BEEN TOUCHING YOURSELF?
Son: WHAT? WHY?
Father: YOU'LL GET THE SATAN-FINGERS!
Son: W-WHAT?

Panel 2:
Father: YOUR HANDS GET EVIL POWERS LIKE, SAY YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT 9 TIMES 5 IS. HOLD UP YOUR FIFTH FINGER AND COUNT THE FINGERS ON EITHER SIDE.

Panel 3:
Son: 4 AND 5... FORTY FIVE!

Panel 4:
Father: SATAN-FINGERS!

Panel 5:
Father: OR PERHAPS IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE...

Panel 6:
Son: WHAT'S 9 TIMES 9? HOLD UP YOUR NINTH FINGER!

Panel 7:
Son: 8 AND 1!

Panel 8:
Father: YOU GOT THE SATAN-FINGERS! I KNEW IT, BOY! I KNEW IT! CONFESS! CONFESS YOUR SINS!

Panel 9:
Son: I DID IT! I DID IT!

Panel 10:
Son: I'M GARBAGE! GARBAGE!

Panel 11:
Father: ACTUALLY, IT'S AN INTERESTING PROPERTY OF NINES AND I HATE YOU AND NOW YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!

Votey:
A close-up of the son's face, distraught. Caption from the son: AUTO-FORNICATOR!

Alt text

An eleven-panel SMBC comic. A wild-eyed father confronts his young son: "Son! Have you been touching yourself? You'll get the Satan-fingers!" He explains that the boy's hands now have evil powers: to find 9 times 5, hold up your fifth finger and count the fingers on either side. The boy does it, getting fingers "4 and 5" for the answer "forty-five." The father cries "Satan-fingers!" then mutters "Or perhaps it's just a coincidence..." The boy tries again with 9 times 9, holding up his ninth finger and counting "8 and 1" for eighty-one. The father, triumphant and crazed, shouts "You got the Satan-fingers! I knew it, boy! Confess! Confess your sins!" The terrified, weeping boy confesses "I did it! I did it! I'm garbage! Garbage!" In the final panel, the father (now in silhouette) calmly admits: "Actually, it's an interesting property of nines, and I hate you, and now you'll never forget!" The joke: the finger trick is a real arithmetic shortcut for the nine times table, which the father weaponized as cruel fake religious guilt so his son would remember it. Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of the son's anguished face shouting the insult "Auto-fornicator!"

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.