wait
Original: wait on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A blonde woman wrapped in a blue sheet stands in a bedroom, one hand raised, looking alarmed. Her speech is slurred (as if her mouth is numb):
Blonde woman: "WAIT! ITH NOT WA IT LOOKTH LIKE! HEY... I CAN'TH FEEL MA TONGUE!"
In the foreground, a man with reddish hair watches her in profile. On a bed in the background sits another red-haired man.
Caption (below panel): "It was the worst possible way to find out my brother had stolen my numbing condoms."
Votey:
A man (the narrator) speaks with a flat expression:
Man: "Of course I never need to use those."
A blonde woman wrapped in a blue sheet stands in a bedroom, one hand raised, looking alarmed. Her speech is slurred (as if her mouth is numb):
Blonde woman: "WAIT! ITH NOT WA IT LOOKTH LIKE! HEY... I CAN'TH FEEL MA TONGUE!"
In the foreground, a man with reddish hair watches her in profile. On a bed in the background sits another red-haired man.
Caption (below panel): "It was the worst possible way to find out my brother had stolen my numbing condoms."
Votey:
A man (the narrator) speaks with a flat expression:
Man: "Of course I never need to use those."
Alt text
Main comic, single panel: A blonde woman wrapped in a draped blue sheet stands in a dim bedroom, one hand raised in alarm, speaking with slurred, numb-mouthed speech: "Wait! It's not what it looks like! Hey... I can't feel my tongue!" A red-haired man watches her in profile in the foreground. On a bed behind her sits another red-haired man. Caption below: "It was the worst possible way to find out my brother had stolen my numbing condoms." Votey (small follow-up panel, sketch style): A man with a deadpan face says, "Of course I never need to use those."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.