bad-genes
Original: bad-genes on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Doctor (a woman in a white coat): "I'm afraid your son has what we call the 'Hitler Suite.' Over 1,000 genes which, acting in concert, will make him a vicious sadistic monster if he ever achieves power."
Panel 2:
Parent (off to the side, distressed): "Oh no. No. No. I... should I... should I..."
Doctor: "No, no, no, ma'am. It's all right. We have to remember that most would-be Hitlers will never be in charge of anything. He'll likely just act out his impulses in the ways society permits."
Panel 3:
Caption: "30 YEARS LATER..."
The grown son, a bearded man in a suit, leaning back in an airplane/reclining seat with eyes closed.
Man behind him (irritated): "Aw come on, don't recline on me! I got like two inches of space here!"
Panel 4:
The bearded man, eyes now open with a smug/menacing expression, declares: "It IS my space now!"
Votey:
Close-up of the same bearded man's face. Speech bubble: "Recliningsraum!"
Doctor (a woman in a white coat): "I'm afraid your son has what we call the 'Hitler Suite.' Over 1,000 genes which, acting in concert, will make him a vicious sadistic monster if he ever achieves power."
Panel 2:
Parent (off to the side, distressed): "Oh no. No. No. I... should I... should I..."
Doctor: "No, no, no, ma'am. It's all right. We have to remember that most would-be Hitlers will never be in charge of anything. He'll likely just act out his impulses in the ways society permits."
Panel 3:
Caption: "30 YEARS LATER..."
The grown son, a bearded man in a suit, leaning back in an airplane/reclining seat with eyes closed.
Man behind him (irritated): "Aw come on, don't recline on me! I got like two inches of space here!"
Panel 4:
The bearded man, eyes now open with a smug/menacing expression, declares: "It IS my space now!"
Votey:
Close-up of the same bearded man's face. Speech bubble: "Recliningsraum!"
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: A woman doctor in a white coat tells an unseen parent, "I'm afraid your son has what we call the 'Hitler Suite.' Over 1,000 genes which, acting in concert, will make him a vicious sadistic monster if he ever achieves power." Panel 2: A worried parent stammers, "Oh no. No. No. I... should I... should I..." The doctor reassures, "No, no, no, ma'am. It's all right. We have to remember that most would-be Hitlers will never be in charge of anything. He'll likely just act out his impulses in the ways society permits." Panel 3, captioned "30 years later...": A bearded man in a suit reclines his seat on an airplane with eyes closed; the passenger behind him complains, "Aw come on, don't recline on me! I got like two inches of space here!" Panel 4: The bearded man, now wide-eyed and smug, declares, "It IS my space now!" Votey (aftercomic): A close-up of the same man's face as he proclaims, "Recliningsraum!" -- a pun on the Nazi term "Lebensraum" (living space), here applied to reclining airplane-seat space.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.