bins
Original: bins on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (caption): An engineer, a physicist, and a mathematician are roommates and are moving to a new place.
Panel 2 (caption): As the mover pulls up, the mathematician worries there isn't enough room.
Panel 3: The mover reassures them.
Mover: I been at this 30 years. I can look at any amount of stuff and instantly tell ya if it can fit in the moving bins.
Panel 4: The engineer says...
Engineer: It's obvious it can fit. Anything that doesn't go in the bins can be taped to the roof.
Panel 5: The physicist says...
Physicist: It's obvious it can fit. If it were the density of a neutron star, our stuff would be the size of a baseball.
Panel 6: The mathematician says...
Mathematician: PLEASE DON'T HACK MY EMAIL!
Votey:
Thought bubble (cartoonist): I need to write a joke for which the only people who get it see it coming...
(Below the thought bubble: a curly-haired figure shown from behind/in profile.)
Panel 2 (caption): As the mover pulls up, the mathematician worries there isn't enough room.
Panel 3: The mover reassures them.
Mover: I been at this 30 years. I can look at any amount of stuff and instantly tell ya if it can fit in the moving bins.
Panel 4: The engineer says...
Engineer: It's obvious it can fit. Anything that doesn't go in the bins can be taped to the roof.
Panel 5: The physicist says...
Physicist: It's obvious it can fit. If it were the density of a neutron star, our stuff would be the size of a baseball.
Panel 6: The mathematician says...
Mathematician: PLEASE DON'T HACK MY EMAIL!
Votey:
Thought bubble (cartoonist): I need to write a joke for which the only people who get it see it coming...
(Below the thought bubble: a curly-haired figure shown from behind/in profile.)
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1 caption: an engineer, a physicist, and a mathematician are roommates moving to a new place. Three people stand together. Panel 2 caption: as the mover pulls up, the mathematician worries there isn't enough room; a moving truck is shown. Panel 3: the bearded mover in a cap reassures them, saying he's done this 30 years and can instantly tell if any amount of stuff will fit in the moving bins. Panel 4: the engineer says it's obvious it can fit — anything that doesn't go in the bins can be taped to the roof. Panel 5: the physicist says it's obvious it can fit — if their stuff were the density of a neutron star it would be the size of a baseball. Panel 6: the mathematician, instead of offering a clever fitting argument, anxiously blurts 'PLEASE DON'T HACK MY EMAIL!' — the joke being that the mathematician is the one with the math-y reputation but reacts with paranoia. Votey (aftercomic): a thought bubble reads 'I need to write a joke for which the only people who get it see it coming...' above a curly-haired person, with the cartoonist musing about writing a joke only insiders will anticipate.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.