good-evening
Original: good-evening on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A blonde woman speaks to a man in bed.
Woman: Good evening. I have coated the safest portions of my apartment with thousands upon thousands of precious eggs!
Panel 2: The man, lying in bed, responds.
Man: Now seed them so that we might raise our brood!
Panel 3: A surreal sequence of cartoon eggs/embryos in spiral arrangement. Scattered captions among the eggs:
- "Damn. Damn. Damn."
- "The fertilization will fail!"
- "Did we say the wrong thing?"
- "Tell him we are pretty here!"
Votey:
A man stares ahead with a slightly stunned, contemplative expression. A thought/speech bubble reads:
Man (thinking): The fetish I'd dared not speak of.
Woman: Good evening. I have coated the safest portions of my apartment with thousands upon thousands of precious eggs!
Panel 2: The man, lying in bed, responds.
Man: Now seed them so that we might raise our brood!
Panel 3: A surreal sequence of cartoon eggs/embryos in spiral arrangement. Scattered captions among the eggs:
- "Damn. Damn. Damn."
- "The fertilization will fail!"
- "Did we say the wrong thing?"
- "Tell him we are pretty here!"
Votey:
A man stares ahead with a slightly stunned, contemplative expression. A thought/speech bubble reads:
Man (thinking): The fetish I'd dared not speak of.
Alt text
A three-panel comic. Panel 1: a blonde woman leans toward a man in bed and announces that she has coated the safest portions of her apartment with thousands upon thousands of precious eggs. Panel 2: the man in bed eagerly replies, telling her to seed them so they might raise their brood. Panel 3: a bizarre spiral cluster of cartoon eggs and embryos, with anxious captions scattered among them: "Damn. Damn. Damn.", "The fertilization will fail!", "Did we say the wrong thing?", and "Tell him we are pretty here!" The joke: the couple is acting out an insect-like egg-laying mating fantasy. Votey: a man with a stunned, faraway expression thinks to himself, "The fetish I'd dared not speak of" — revealing this was the secret kink he never admitted to wanting.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.