permit
Original: permit on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man (speaking, back to viewer): SORRY, YOU'VE USED UP ALL OF YOUR SHITHEAD PERMITS FOR THIS FISCAL QUARTER. YOU HAVE TO EITHER STOP BEING A SHITHEAD OR PAY FOR ADDITIONAL PERMITS.
A woman wearing glasses sits and listens, holding a piece of paper that shows a declining red line graph.
Caption (below panel): The cap and trade system really improved our marriage.
Votey:
A man's face, looking slightly resigned.
Man: UPON RE-CONSIDERATION, YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC IS NOT ATROCIOUS.
Man (speaking, back to viewer): SORRY, YOU'VE USED UP ALL OF YOUR SHITHEAD PERMITS FOR THIS FISCAL QUARTER. YOU HAVE TO EITHER STOP BEING A SHITHEAD OR PAY FOR ADDITIONAL PERMITS.
A woman wearing glasses sits and listens, holding a piece of paper that shows a declining red line graph.
Caption (below panel): The cap and trade system really improved our marriage.
Votey:
A man's face, looking slightly resigned.
Man: UPON RE-CONSIDERATION, YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC IS NOT ATROCIOUS.
Alt text
A man (seen from behind) speaks to a woman wearing glasses who sits holding a paper printout showing a declining red line graph. He says: "Sorry, you've used up all of your shithead permits for this fiscal quarter. You have to either stop being a shithead or pay for additional permits." The caption below reads: "The cap and trade system really improved our marriage." The joke imagines a couple applying an emissions-trading scheme to bad behavior, with a chart tracking the dwindling allowance. Votey (aftercomic): a simply-drawn man's face looking resigned, saying "Upon re-consideration, your taste in music is not atrocious" — a grudging, permit-conserving retraction.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.