mucho
Original: mucho on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A man speaks.
Man: I can name more fad diets than philosophers.
Panel 2:
Man: I can recite more jingles than poems.
Panel 3:
Man: I can name more filetypes than flower types.
Panel 4:
Man: I can name more gameshow hosts than gods.
Panel 5: The man shown in profile.
Man: I can name more porn stars than local city council members.
Panel 6: The man, head bowed.
Man: I am unbound from locality, history, beauty, truth. My life is planned obsolescence.
Panel 7: The scene widens to reveal the man is at a fast-food counter, speaking to a cashier in a uniform and cap.
Cashier: That's fine, sir, may I have your order?
Man: There is no order. Just a bad song that never stops, never repeats, but never says anything new.
Panel 8: A silhouetted figure behind a counter.
Cashier (offscreen/silhouette): Nachos, then?
Man: Grande nachos, yes.
Votey:
A close-up of the man's face beside a large speech bubble.
Man: Mucho grande.
Man: I can name more fad diets than philosophers.
Panel 2:
Man: I can recite more jingles than poems.
Panel 3:
Man: I can name more filetypes than flower types.
Panel 4:
Man: I can name more gameshow hosts than gods.
Panel 5: The man shown in profile.
Man: I can name more porn stars than local city council members.
Panel 6: The man, head bowed.
Man: I am unbound from locality, history, beauty, truth. My life is planned obsolescence.
Panel 7: The scene widens to reveal the man is at a fast-food counter, speaking to a cashier in a uniform and cap.
Cashier: That's fine, sir, may I have your order?
Man: There is no order. Just a bad song that never stops, never repeats, but never says anything new.
Panel 8: A silhouetted figure behind a counter.
Cashier (offscreen/silhouette): Nachos, then?
Man: Grande nachos, yes.
Votey:
A close-up of the man's face beside a large speech bubble.
Man: Mucho grande.
Alt text
An eight-panel SMBC comic. In a series of small panels a brown-haired man delivers increasingly bleak monologue lines: 'I can name more fad diets than philosophers,' 'I can recite more jingles than poems,' 'I can name more filetypes than flower types,' 'I can name more gameshow hosts than gods,' 'I can name more porn stars than local city council members,' and finally, head bowed, 'I am unbound from locality, history, beauty, truth. My life is planned obsolescence.' The view then pulls back to show he is standing at a fast-food counter talking to a uniformed cashier. The cashier says, 'That's fine, sir, may I have your order?' The man replies, 'There is no order. Just a bad song that never stops, never repeats, but never says anything new.' In a dark final panel the cashier asks, 'Nachos, then?' and he answers, 'Grande nachos, yes.' Votey: a close-up of the man's face with a speech bubble reading 'Mucho grande.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.