a-reason
Original: a-reason on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Teacher (a woman with blonde hair, at a chalkboard with a triangle labeled A and B): WHO CAN TELL ME THE SUM OF THE ANGLES OF THIS TRIANGLE?
Panel 2:
Student (a girl with dark hair): 160 DEGREES.
Panel 3:
Teacher: SORRY, IT'S 180 DEGREES.
Panel 4:
Student: SO, ARE YOU A SPACETIME CHAUVINIST OR JUST A MORON?
Panel 5:
Another child (with orange hair, seated on a bench): SO, WHY ARE YOU IN TROUBLE?
The dark-haired student (seated next to them, outside a door marked PRINCIPAL SMITH): ULTIMATELY, THE FAULT LIES WITH EUCLID.
Votey:
A hand-drawn speech bubble / thought reads: Fuck it. I'm gonna start drinking again.
Teacher (a woman with blonde hair, at a chalkboard with a triangle labeled A and B): WHO CAN TELL ME THE SUM OF THE ANGLES OF THIS TRIANGLE?
Panel 2:
Student (a girl with dark hair): 160 DEGREES.
Panel 3:
Teacher: SORRY, IT'S 180 DEGREES.
Panel 4:
Student: SO, ARE YOU A SPACETIME CHAUVINIST OR JUST A MORON?
Panel 5:
Another child (with orange hair, seated on a bench): SO, WHY ARE YOU IN TROUBLE?
The dark-haired student (seated next to them, outside a door marked PRINCIPAL SMITH): ULTIMATELY, THE FAULT LIES WITH EUCLID.
Votey:
A hand-drawn speech bubble / thought reads: Fuck it. I'm gonna start drinking again.
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a blonde teacher stands at a chalkboard showing a triangle labeled A and B and asks, "Who can tell me the sum of the angles of this triangle?" Panel 2: a dark-haired student answers, "160 degrees." Panel 3: the teacher replies, "Sorry, it's 180 degrees." Panel 4: the student, unblinking, retorts, "So, are you a spacetime chauvinist or just a moron?" — the joke being that on a curved (non-flat) spacetime a triangle's angles needn't sum to 180. Panel 5: the student sits on a bench outside a door labeled "PRINCIPAL SMITH" beside an orange-haired kid who asks, "So, why are you in trouble?"; the student deadpans, "Ultimately, the fault lies with Euclid." Votey (aftercomic): a loose hand-drawn rounded speech bubble containing the words, "Fuck it. I'm gonna start drinking again."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.