spicy
Original: spicy on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (with dark hair, green scarf): I love this restaurant because they make the food really spicy.
(A man with flame-like orange hair and the woman walk toward the restaurant entrance.)
Panel 2:
Man with orange hair: What do they serve?
Panel 3:
Woman: They take chicken wings then grow pure crystalline capsaicin around them until it's a centimeter thick.
Panel 4:
Woman: You bring friends and you make them eat until liquid agony floods from every orifice.
Panel 5:
Man with orange hair: Why are men like this?
Panel 6:
Woman: It's the only acceptable form of crying we have.
Votey:
(No text. A stylized illustration of a chicken wing encased in a thick, faceted crystalline shell of capsaicin, with a glowing red mass at its center.)
Woman (with dark hair, green scarf): I love this restaurant because they make the food really spicy.
(A man with flame-like orange hair and the woman walk toward the restaurant entrance.)
Panel 2:
Man with orange hair: What do they serve?
Panel 3:
Woman: They take chicken wings then grow pure crystalline capsaicin around them until it's a centimeter thick.
Panel 4:
Woman: You bring friends and you make them eat until liquid agony floods from every orifice.
Panel 5:
Man with orange hair: Why are men like this?
Panel 6:
Woman: It's the only acceptable form of crying we have.
Votey:
(No text. A stylized illustration of a chicken wing encased in a thick, faceted crystalline shell of capsaicin, with a glowing red mass at its center.)
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. A woman with dark hair and a green scarf walks into a restaurant with a man who has flame-like orange hair. She says she loves the restaurant because the food is really spicy. He asks what they serve. She explains: they take chicken wings, then grow pure crystalline capsaicin around them until it's a centimeter thick, and you bring friends and make them eat until 'liquid agony floods from every orifice.' He asks, 'Why are men like this?' She answers, 'It's the only acceptable form of crying we have.' The votey (aftercomic) is a wordless drawing of a chicken wing encased in a thick faceted crystalline shell with a glowing red capsaicin mass at its core.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.