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snow-white

Original: snow-white on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Witch (hooded, holding apple): YESSS, SNOW WHITE... EAT THE APPLE! EAT!

Panel 2:
Snow White: IS THIS A "RED DELICIOUS" APPLE?

Panel 3:
Witch: YESSS... IT'S THE MOST POPULAR TYPE OF AAAPPLE...

Panel 4:
Witch: IT'S GONNA BE, LIKE, 90% SKIN.

Panel 5:
Witch: IT'S ALL WE HAD WHEN IIII WAS A KID, AND WE LIKED IT FIIIINE.

Panel 6:
Snow White: WAS THIS PRODUCED IN AN INDUSTRIAL-STYLE AG OPERATION?

Panel 7:
Witch (sighing, exasperated): *sigh* WHAT CAN I BRING YOU THAT YOU'LL EAT?

Panel 8:
Snow White: I NEED IT TO BE A LOCAL FRUIT, WHICH IS SOMEHOW ALSO A BIT OBSCURE, AND I NEED ITS PURCHASE TO BE TIED TO SOME VAGUE PROMISE OF SOCIAL OR ENVIRONMENTAL BENEFIT.
Witch: GOD I HATE YOUR GENERATION.

Caption (below final panel): THIS IS A BONUS COMIC THANKS TO BUYERS OF OUR NEW BOOK! PLEASE CLICK TO CHECK IT OUT!

Votey:
The witch's face, looking annoyed/deadpan.
Witch: WHERE'S MY GUN?

Alt text

An eight-panel SMBC comic retelling the Snow White poisoned-apple scene as a clash between an old-fashioned witch and a picky millennial/Gen-Z Snow White. A hooded witch eagerly offers an apple, urging Snow White to eat it. Snow White, instead of biting, interrogates the apple: she asks if it's a "Red Delicious," balks when the witch says it's the most popular type and will be "like, 90% skin," and is unmoved when the witch grumbles that it's all they had as a kid and they liked it fine. Snow White then asks whether it was produced in an industrial-style agricultural operation. The increasingly exasperated witch sighs and asks what she could possibly bring that Snow White will eat. Snow White lists demands: a local fruit that's also somehow a bit obscure, with its purchase tied to some vague promise of social or environmental benefit. The defeated witch says, "God I hate your generation." A caption notes this is a bonus comic for book buyers. In the votey, a close-up of the fed-up witch's face asks, "Where's my gun?"

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.