statistical
Original: statistical on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A woman with brown hair and glasses (seen from behind) speaks to a man resembling Jesus Christ, who sits calmly in white and purple robes.
Woman: I mean, take a statistical approach here. What's more likely: you're Jesus Christ himself, or you're a guy who's confused.
Caption (below panel): There have been no miracles since the creation of modern mathematics.
Votey:
Close-up of the bearded man's face, looking weary or resigned.
Man (in a speech bubble): I'm gonna go drink my own blood
A woman with brown hair and glasses (seen from behind) speaks to a man resembling Jesus Christ, who sits calmly in white and purple robes.
Woman: I mean, take a statistical approach here. What's more likely: you're Jesus Christ himself, or you're a guy who's confused.
Caption (below panel): There have been no miracles since the creation of modern mathematics.
Votey:
Close-up of the bearded man's face, looking weary or resigned.
Man (in a speech bubble): I'm gonna go drink my own blood
Alt text
A woman with brown hair and glasses, seen from behind, lectures a calm, robed man who looks like Jesus, telling him: "I mean, take a statistical approach here. What's more likely: you're Jesus Christ himself, or you're a guy who's confused." A caption beneath reads: "There have been no miracles since the creation of modern mathematics." The joke is the deadpan application of statistical reasoning to dismiss Jesus's identity. In the votey, a sketchy close-up of the bearded man's weary face shows him replying, "I'm gonna go drink my own blood" — a resigned nod to communion/transubstantiation.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.