actually
Original: actually on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Pirate captain (a bearded man with a skull-and-crossbones hat, eyepatch, and gold hook hand): Curse your incessant pedantry, ye scurvy dog!
Panel 2:
A bespectacled crew member in a red bandana: Dogs can't get scurvy because they generate their own vitamin C.
Panel 3:
The captain: Ye'll walk the plank fer this!
Panel 4:
The bespectacled crew member (now out at the end of the plank, pointing): You know pirates never actually did this!
Votey:
The bespectacled crew member, floating in the water after going off the plank, with a shark fin approaching behind him: Sharks are way too rare in this part of the world to be about to eat me.
Pirate captain (a bearded man with a skull-and-crossbones hat, eyepatch, and gold hook hand): Curse your incessant pedantry, ye scurvy dog!
Panel 2:
A bespectacled crew member in a red bandana: Dogs can't get scurvy because they generate their own vitamin C.
Panel 3:
The captain: Ye'll walk the plank fer this!
Panel 4:
The bespectacled crew member (now out at the end of the plank, pointing): You know pirates never actually did this!
Votey:
The bespectacled crew member, floating in the water after going off the plank, with a shark fin approaching behind him: Sharks are way too rare in this part of the world to be about to eat me.
Alt text
A four-panel comic aboard a pirate ship. Panel 1: An angry bearded pirate captain with a skull-and-crossbones hat, an eyepatch, and a gold hook hand shouts, "Curse your incessant pedantry, ye scurvy dog!" Panel 2: A calm, bespectacled crew member in a red bandana replies, "Dogs can't get scurvy because they generate their own vitamin C." Panel 3: The captain threatens, "Ye'll walk the plank fer this!" Panel 4: Wide shot of the ship by a coastline; the crew member, standing far out on the extended plank, points and says, "You know pirates never actually did this!" The joke is the pedant correcting the captain to his own peril even while being made to walk the plank. Votey: The bespectacled crew member floats in the open water after going off the plank, a shark fin gliding toward him from behind, as he reassures himself, "Sharks are way too rare in this part of the world to be about to eat me" - his confident pedantry once again about to be proven fatally wrong.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.