mug
Original: mug on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Robber (in red ski mask, holding a knife): OPEN UP YOUR WALLET! AND NO CASH.
(The victim, a man in a dark shirt, holds his wallet open.)
Panel 2:
Victim: OKAY, OKAY!
Panel 3:
Robber: JEEEEEZUS, THERE ARE LIKE 200 OLD RECEIPTS IN HERE AND NO CASH.
Victim: SOME OF THOSE METRO CARDS STILL HAVE MONEY ON THEM!
(The robber is now holding the open wallet and rummaging through it.)
Panel 4:
Robber: MY GOD, WHAT DECADE IS THIS CONDOM FROM?
Victim: OKAY FINE, SHOOT.
Votey:
The victim (now drawn with a large round speech bubble): SORRY, CAN'T SPARE THE BULLET, BRO.
(The robber in the red ski mask looks on, deadpan.)
Robber (in red ski mask, holding a knife): OPEN UP YOUR WALLET! AND NO CASH.
(The victim, a man in a dark shirt, holds his wallet open.)
Panel 2:
Victim: OKAY, OKAY!
Panel 3:
Robber: JEEEEEZUS, THERE ARE LIKE 200 OLD RECEIPTS IN HERE AND NO CASH.
Victim: SOME OF THOSE METRO CARDS STILL HAVE MONEY ON THEM!
(The robber is now holding the open wallet and rummaging through it.)
Panel 4:
Robber: MY GOD, WHAT DECADE IS THIS CONDOM FROM?
Victim: OKAY FINE, SHOOT.
Votey:
The victim (now drawn with a large round speech bubble): SORRY, CAN'T SPARE THE BULLET, BRO.
(The robber in the red ski mask looks on, deadpan.)
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic about a mugging gone wrong. Panel 1: A robber in a red ski mask, holding a knife, points at a man and demands, 'OPEN UP YOUR WALLET! AND NO CASH.' The man opens his wallet. Panel 2: The man says, 'OKAY, OKAY!' Panel 3: The robber, now holding and digging through the wallet, complains, 'JEEEEEZUS, THERE ARE LIKE 200 OLD RECEIPTS IN HERE AND NO CASH.' The victim helpfully adds, 'SOME OF THOSE METRO CARDS STILL HAVE MONEY ON THEM!' Panel 4: The robber recoils, 'MY GOD, WHAT DECADE IS THIS CONDOM FROM?' The exasperated victim replies, 'OKAY FINE, SHOOT.' The joke: the man's wallet is such a disastrous mess that he would rather be shot than be judged for it. Votey (aftercomic): The robber in the red ski mask, unimpressed, tells the man, 'SORRY, CAN'T SPARE THE BULLET, BRO.' refusing even to grant the man's request to be shot.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.