yours
Original: yours on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (blonde, red shirt): HONEY... I WANT YOU TO KNOW... I'M PREGNANT. AND... THE BABY ISN'T YOURS.
Panel 2:
Man (dark hair, yellow shirt): WHAT?
Woman: LIKE, GENETICALLY IT'S "YOURS," BUT FINDERS KEEPERS!
Panel 3:
Man: OH MY GOD. I'M GONNA BE A DADDY.
Woman (now angry, glaring): FINDERS KEEPERS!
Votey:
A disembodied speech bubble points toward an off-panel face.
Woman (off-panel, via speech bubble): TECHNICALLY HE BELONGS TO THE ULTRASOUND TECHNICIAN.
The man's face appears at the right, looking uneasy/concerned.
Woman (blonde, red shirt): HONEY... I WANT YOU TO KNOW... I'M PREGNANT. AND... THE BABY ISN'T YOURS.
Panel 2:
Man (dark hair, yellow shirt): WHAT?
Woman: LIKE, GENETICALLY IT'S "YOURS," BUT FINDERS KEEPERS!
Panel 3:
Man: OH MY GOD. I'M GONNA BE A DADDY.
Woman (now angry, glaring): FINDERS KEEPERS!
Votey:
A disembodied speech bubble points toward an off-panel face.
Woman (off-panel, via speech bubble): TECHNICALLY HE BELONGS TO THE ULTRASOUND TECHNICIAN.
The man's face appears at the right, looking uneasy/concerned.
Alt text
A four-panel comic (plus a one-panel aftercomic). A blonde woman in a red shirt speaks to a man with dark hair in a yellow shirt. Panel 1: She says, "Honey... I want you to know... I'm pregnant. And... the baby isn't yours." Panel 2: He says "What?" and she replies, "Like, genetically it's 'yours,' but FINDERS KEEPERS!" Panel 3: The man, touched, says "Oh my god. I'm gonna be a daddy," while the woman, now scowling and clenching her fist, shouts "FINDERS KEEPERS!" The joke is that she insists the baby is hers by the playground rule of finders-keepers despite it being genetically his. Aftercomic (votey): A rough black-and-white sketch of the man's worried face beside a speech bubble reading, "Technically he belongs to the ultrasound technician" — escalating the absurd ownership logic to whoever 'found' the baby first.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.