sick-day
Original: sick-day on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (on phone): Hi, I won't be able to come into work today. Why? Thanks for asking. I'm on fire.
Panel 2:
Woman (on phone): Yeah, lots of it. It's bad.
Woman (small cough): *cough cough*
Panel 3:
Woman (on phone): Because of the smoke, that's why I coughed.
Panel 4:
Woman (on phone): Anyway, I'd love to come in, but I just worry if I touch someone they'll catch the fire and then pass it to everyone else.
Panel 5:
Woman (on phone): Great, thanks. I'll be better by tomorrow. I took some anti-inflammatories for the fire because that is what they are for.
Panel 6:
Woman (on phone): Lovely. You too. Bye.
Panel 7:
Woman (to a shirtless man at a computer): Isn't it great how society has become totally conflict-averse?
Man (on phone): One sec. I'm telling my boss I can't work 'cause I turned into a swarm of bees and we're trying to find our way home.
Votey:
The man (with stubble, sketched loosely): Buzz or whatever.
Woman (on phone): Hi, I won't be able to come into work today. Why? Thanks for asking. I'm on fire.
Panel 2:
Woman (on phone): Yeah, lots of it. It's bad.
Woman (small cough): *cough cough*
Panel 3:
Woman (on phone): Because of the smoke, that's why I coughed.
Panel 4:
Woman (on phone): Anyway, I'd love to come in, but I just worry if I touch someone they'll catch the fire and then pass it to everyone else.
Panel 5:
Woman (on phone): Great, thanks. I'll be better by tomorrow. I took some anti-inflammatories for the fire because that is what they are for.
Panel 6:
Woman (on phone): Lovely. You too. Bye.
Panel 7:
Woman (to a shirtless man at a computer): Isn't it great how society has become totally conflict-averse?
Man (on phone): One sec. I'm telling my boss I can't work 'cause I turned into a swarm of bees and we're trying to find our way home.
Votey:
The man (with stubble, sketched loosely): Buzz or whatever.
Alt text
A six-panel comic, mostly green-tinted, shows a woman with brown hair in a tank top talking on the phone, presumably to her workplace, making up an increasingly absurd excuse for missing work. She says she can't come in because she is literally on fire ("lots of it, it's bad"), explains she coughed because of the smoke, worries that if she touched a coworker they'd catch the fire and spread it, says she took anti-inflammatories "for the fire because that is what they are for," and politely ends the call. In the final panel she turns to a shirtless man typing at a computer and says, "Isn't it great how society has become totally conflict-averse?" The man, also on a phone, replies that he's telling his boss he can't work because he turned into a swarm of bees and they're trying to find their way home. The joke: faking sick has escalated into wildly elaborate fictional excuses that everyone politely accepts. In the votey aftercomic, a loose black-and-white sketch of the stubbled man's face, he adds into the phone, "Buzz or whatever."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.