mind
Original: mind on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
First man: The human brain is NOT private.
Second man: What, you believe in telepathy?
First man: No. I just think there's no gatekeeper.
Panel 2:
Second man: Prove it.
First man: I can force unwanted novel images into your head just by particular motions of my mouth and lungs.
Panel 3:
First man: Centaur fetus!
Second man: Aagh!
Panel 4:
First man: Swimming pool of eyeballs!
Second man: Stop it! I can do this too!
Panel 5:
Second man: Lincoln's testicles!
Panel 6:
First man: Shaved elk!
Panel 7:
Second man: Inside-out poodle!
Panel 8:
First man: Earwax sculpture!
Panel 9:
A child: Daddy, what are those cognitive scientists doing?
The father: I believe they're mating, son.
As the two men continue shouting (in surrounding speech bubbles):
Sea serpent blowhole!
Rivers of bat-milk!
Nipple hydra!
Napoleon's sphincter!
Votey:
An angry face in the lower right shouts:
Smithing weiners!
First man: The human brain is NOT private.
Second man: What, you believe in telepathy?
First man: No. I just think there's no gatekeeper.
Panel 2:
Second man: Prove it.
First man: I can force unwanted novel images into your head just by particular motions of my mouth and lungs.
Panel 3:
First man: Centaur fetus!
Second man: Aagh!
Panel 4:
First man: Swimming pool of eyeballs!
Second man: Stop it! I can do this too!
Panel 5:
Second man: Lincoln's testicles!
Panel 6:
First man: Shaved elk!
Panel 7:
Second man: Inside-out poodle!
Panel 8:
First man: Earwax sculpture!
Panel 9:
A child: Daddy, what are those cognitive scientists doing?
The father: I believe they're mating, son.
As the two men continue shouting (in surrounding speech bubbles):
Sea serpent blowhole!
Rivers of bat-milk!
Nipple hydra!
Napoleon's sphincter!
Votey:
An angry face in the lower right shouts:
Smithing weiners!
Alt text
A SMBC comic. Two men argue about whether the human brain is private. One says the brain isn't private — not telepathy, just that there's "no gatekeeper." Challenged to prove it, he says he can force unwanted novel images into your head with motions of his mouth and lungs. He then shouts increasingly absurd phrases — "Centaur fetus!", "Swimming pool of eyeballs!" — making the other man recoil in horror. The second man retaliates with his own ("Lincoln's testicles!"), and they escalate into a shouting match: "Shaved elk!", "Inside-out poodle!", "Earwax sculpture!", "Sea serpent blowhole!", "Rivers of bat-milk!", "Nipple hydra!", "Napoleon's sphincter!" In the final panel a child watches with a parent and asks, "Daddy, what are those cognitive scientists doing?" The parent replies, "I believe they're mating, son." Votey: an angry scowling face shouts one more, "Smithing weiners!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.