sexual-reproduction
Original: sexual-reproduction on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man: Tell me about Zorblaxian reproduction.
Alien: Oh, well, nothing exciting. Same as sexual reproduction everywhere.
Panel 2:
Alien: A male and female combine genetic material. A baby develops in the female's body.
Panel 3:
Alien: Then, once it's born, the soul-planet in the center of spacetime delivers a soul crystal, which we embed in its belly button.
Panel 4:
Man: Yep, pretty standard stuff.
Panel 5:
Alien: But... but humans don't do that last part with the crystals. And that's why it's okay to eat you!
Panel 6:
Man: Ah.
(The man is shown sitting in a large pot/cauldron with the alien standing beside it.)
Panel 7:
Man: I guess I can't really object to this.
Alien: Hey, be my guest.
Votey:
Text (off-panel, asking): Is that pepper?
Text (off-panel, replying): I don't share my recipes!
(Two simple line-drawn faces are shown below the speech bubbles.)
Man: Tell me about Zorblaxian reproduction.
Alien: Oh, well, nothing exciting. Same as sexual reproduction everywhere.
Panel 2:
Alien: A male and female combine genetic material. A baby develops in the female's body.
Panel 3:
Alien: Then, once it's born, the soul-planet in the center of spacetime delivers a soul crystal, which we embed in its belly button.
Panel 4:
Man: Yep, pretty standard stuff.
Panel 5:
Alien: But... but humans don't do that last part with the crystals. And that's why it's okay to eat you!
Panel 6:
Man: Ah.
(The man is shown sitting in a large pot/cauldron with the alien standing beside it.)
Panel 7:
Man: I guess I can't really object to this.
Alien: Hey, be my guest.
Votey:
Text (off-panel, asking): Is that pepper?
Text (off-panel, replying): I don't share my recipes!
(Two simple line-drawn faces are shown below the speech bubbles.)
Alt text
A seven-panel SMBC comic. A bespectacled man calmly interviews a green alien about "Zorblaxian reproduction." The alien explains it is the same as sexual reproduction everywhere: a male and female combine genetic material, a baby develops in the female's body, and once it's born, "the soul-planet in the center of spacetime delivers a soul crystal, which we embed in its belly button." The man says, "Yep, pretty standard stuff." The alien then notes, "But... but humans don't do that last part with the crystals. And that's why it's okay to eat you!" The man flatly replies, "Ah." The next panel shows him sitting resignedly inside a large cooking pot as the alien stands beside it; he says, "I guess I can't really object to this," and the alien answers, "Hey, be my guest." Votey aftercomic: a rough line drawing of two faces with speech bubbles. One asks, "Is that pepper?" and the other (the cook) snaps, "I don't share my recipes!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.