snow-angels
Original: snow-angels on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man with red hair (smiling): I made snow angels outside!
Panel 2:
Woman (looking out a window at a dark, snowy scene with figures outside): Where? I don't see anything.
Panel 3:
Man with red hair (now looking annoyed/exasperated): That's because angels DON'T EXIST.
Panel 4:
Woman (turned away, deadpan): You must be reaaaaal popular at parties.
Panel 5:
Man with red hair (flatly): I have no data pertaining to such events.
Votey:
A single panel showing a profile of a face. A speech bubble at the top with squiggly hand-drawn lines reads as illegible scribble ending in a question mark, with the only readable fragment being "Are parties real?"
Man with red hair (smiling): I made snow angels outside!
Panel 2:
Woman (looking out a window at a dark, snowy scene with figures outside): Where? I don't see anything.
Panel 3:
Man with red hair (now looking annoyed/exasperated): That's because angels DON'T EXIST.
Panel 4:
Woman (turned away, deadpan): You must be reaaaaal popular at parties.
Panel 5:
Man with red hair (flatly): I have no data pertaining to such events.
Votey:
A single panel showing a profile of a face. A speech bubble at the top with squiggly hand-drawn lines reads as illegible scribble ending in a question mark, with the only readable fragment being "Are parties real?"
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: A cheerful red-haired man says "I made snow angels outside!" Panel 2: A woman looks out a window at a dark snowy scene with vague figures and replies "Where? I don't see anything." Panel 3: The man, now exasperated, declares "That's because angels DON'T EXIST," revealing he meant it literally, not that he made snow-angel shapes. Panel 4: The unimpressed woman deadpans "You must be reaaaaal popular at parties." Panel 5: The man flatly answers "I have no data pertaining to such events," implying he never gets invited. The votey aftercomic shows a profile of a face with a thought-scribble speech bubble whose only legible part reads "Are parties real?"—he is so socially isolated he questions whether parties even exist.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.