the-hardest-job
Original: the-hardest-job on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Two women are talking. The first is a blonde woman holding a baby; the second is a woman with reddish-brown hair.
Panel 1:
Blonde woman: Being the mother of a child is the hardest job in the world.
Red-haired woman: I used to think that.
Panel 2:
Red-haired woman: Then I covered my baby with poison-tipped hypodermic needles.
(She holds a spiky, needle-covered baby.)
Panel 3:
Red-haired woman: Let me tell you, being the mother of a spike-covered poison-baby is the hardest job in the world.
Panel 4:
Blonde woman: I am so envious of your easy life.
Votey:
Blonde woman (in a speech bubble, beside a close-up of the red-haired woman's frowning face): I think you'd be a better mom if you were suffering non-stop.
Panel 1:
Blonde woman: Being the mother of a child is the hardest job in the world.
Red-haired woman: I used to think that.
Panel 2:
Red-haired woman: Then I covered my baby with poison-tipped hypodermic needles.
(She holds a spiky, needle-covered baby.)
Panel 3:
Red-haired woman: Let me tell you, being the mother of a spike-covered poison-baby is the hardest job in the world.
Panel 4:
Blonde woman: I am so envious of your easy life.
Votey:
Blonde woman (in a speech bubble, beside a close-up of the red-haired woman's frowning face): I think you'd be a better mom if you were suffering non-stop.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. A blonde woman holding her baby tells a red-haired woman, "Being the mother of a child is the hardest job in the world." The red-haired woman replies, "I used to think that." In the next panel she holds her own baby, which is now covered in poison-tipped hypodermic needles, saying, "Then I covered my baby with poison-tipped hypodermic needles." She continues, "Let me tell you, being the mother of a spike-covered poison-baby is the hardest job in the world." The blonde woman flatly responds, "I am so envious of your easy life," deadpan about the absurd one-upmanship of parenting hardship. Votey: a close-up of the red-haired woman's frowning face as the blonde woman says, "I think you'd be a better mom if you were suffering non-stop."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.