good-boy
Original: good-boy on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Main comic:
Panel 1: A scruffy brown dog in a forest, looking annoyed/intense, speaks to another dog (a dark-furred dog holding a bone in its mouth) standing beside it among bushes and trees.
Brown dog: "BUT IF ALL BOYS ARE 'SUCH A GOOD BOY' THEN THE TERM IS WITHOUT MEANING!"
Votey:
A dog with a bone, drawn in loose black-and-white sketch style, speaks via a speech bubble.
Dog: "LOOK MAN... ONE, TWO MORE GENERATIONS, THEY'LL BE RIPE FOR MURDER."
Panel 1: A scruffy brown dog in a forest, looking annoyed/intense, speaks to another dog (a dark-furred dog holding a bone in its mouth) standing beside it among bushes and trees.
Brown dog: "BUT IF ALL BOYS ARE 'SUCH A GOOD BOY' THEN THE TERM IS WITHOUT MEANING!"
Votey:
A dog with a bone, drawn in loose black-and-white sketch style, speaks via a speech bubble.
Dog: "LOOK MAN... ONE, TWO MORE GENERATIONS, THEY'LL BE RIPE FOR MURDER."
Alt text
Main comic (single panel): In a dark forest, a scruffy brown dog with a furrowed, irritated expression stands among green bushes. Beside it, a dark-furred dog holds a bone in its mouth. The brown dog declares in a speech bubble: "But if all boys are 'such a good boy' then the term is without meaning!" The joke: a dog applies cold philosophical logic to the universal praise dogs receive, arguing it renders the compliment meaningless.
Votey (extra panel): A loosely sketched black-and-white dog holding a bone replies conspiratorially: "Look man... one, two more generations, they'll be ripe for murder." The punchline reframes the dogs as plotting an uprising, suggesting the philosophical complaint is really the seed of a sinister long game against humans.
Votey (extra panel): A loosely sketched black-and-white dog holding a bone replies conspiratorially: "Look man... one, two more generations, they'll be ripe for murder." The punchline reframes the dogs as plotting an uprising, suggesting the philosophical complaint is really the seed of a sinister long game against humans.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.