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angles

Original: angles on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
A blonde teacher stands at a chalkboard showing a triangle with corners labeled A and B.
Teacher: "WHO CAN TELL ME THE SUM OF THE ANGLES OF THIS TRIANGLE?"

Panel 2:
A student with dark curly hair and large round glasses.
Student: "160 DEGREES."

Panel 3:
The blonde teacher.
Teacher: "SORRY, IT'S 180 DEGREES."

Panel 4:
The student, now indignant.
Student: "OH, SO WE'RE JUST RULING OUT THE POSSIBILITY THAT THIS CLASSROOM EXISTS IN A POCKET OF NEGATIVELY CURVED SPACETIME?!"

Panel 5:
The teacher, looking uneasy.
Teacher: "I... YES."

Panel 6:
The student gestures dismissively from a desk.
Student: "SO, ARE YOU A SPACETIME CHAUVINIST OR JUST A MORON?"

Panel 7:
The student, wide-eyed.
Student: "I SEE." [spoken flatly]

Panel 8 (principal's office; a door reads "PRINCIPAL SMITH"):
A red-haired student: "SO, WHY ARE YOU IN TROUBLE?"
The curly-haired student: "ULTIMATELY, THE FAULT LIES WITH EUCLID."

Votey:
A loose, scribbly drawing of the curly-haired student making a sweeping hand gesture, with hand-lettered text:
"Imagine an infinitely long line and shove it right up your —"

Alt text

An SMBC comic. A blonde teacher at a chalkboard with a labeled triangle asks her class for the sum of its angles. A dark-haired student in round glasses answers "160 degrees." The teacher corrects her: "Sorry, it's 180 degrees." The student bristles: "Oh, so we're just ruling out the possibility that this classroom exists in a pocket of negatively curved spacetime?!" The teacher uneasily says "I... yes," and the student presses, "So, are you a spacetime chauvinist or just a moron?" Cut to a principal's office (door labeled PRINCIPAL SMITH): a red-haired student asks the curly-haired student why she's in trouble, and she replies, "Ultimately, the fault lies with Euclid." Votey aftercomic: a scrappy hand-drawn sketch of the student gesturing while ranting, "Imagine an infinitely long line and shove it right up your —" (cut off).

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.