potemkin
Original: potemkin on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (showing a man into a room): WELCOME TO THE DEMO OF STEVE! DOES IT LOOK NICE? DOESN'T EVERYTHING SEEM FLAT?
Panel 2:
Man: I CAN LOOK AROUND. WHY DOES EVERYTHING SEEM FLAT?
Man: WAIT. MY GOD. ARE THESE CARDBOARD CUTOUTS OF A CLEAN ROOM?
Woman: I CAN EXPLAIN!
Panel 3:
Man (pulling back a flat cardboard panel to reveal what's behind it): LOOK AT THIS! THEY'RE PROPPED UP WITH LAUNDRY AND HOT POCKET SLEEVES!
Panel 4:
Woman: OKAY, THIS TOOK LONGER THAN ACTUALLY JUST CLEANING YOUR PLACE.
Woman: HINDSIGHT IS 20/20, OKAY?
Votey:
A single large smiling face fills the panel.
Caption: SOME OF THOSE HOT POCKETS ARE STILL GOOD.
Woman (showing a man into a room): WELCOME TO THE DEMO OF STEVE! DOES IT LOOK NICE? DOESN'T EVERYTHING SEEM FLAT?
Panel 2:
Man: I CAN LOOK AROUND. WHY DOES EVERYTHING SEEM FLAT?
Man: WAIT. MY GOD. ARE THESE CARDBOARD CUTOUTS OF A CLEAN ROOM?
Woman: I CAN EXPLAIN!
Panel 3:
Man (pulling back a flat cardboard panel to reveal what's behind it): LOOK AT THIS! THEY'RE PROPPED UP WITH LAUNDRY AND HOT POCKET SLEEVES!
Panel 4:
Woman: OKAY, THIS TOOK LONGER THAN ACTUALLY JUST CLEANING YOUR PLACE.
Woman: HINDSIGHT IS 20/20, OKAY?
Votey:
A single large smiling face fills the panel.
Caption: SOME OF THOSE HOT POCKETS ARE STILL GOOD.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. A woman proudly shows a man into a room, announcing it's a demo of something and asking if it looks nice and notably flat. The man looks around and realizes everything seems flat because the whole 'clean room' is made of cardboard cutouts. In the third panel he pulls back one of the flat cardboard panels, exposing that the fake clean scene is propped up from behind with piles of laundry and empty Hot Pocket sleeves. In the last panel the woman admits this elaborate fakery actually took longer than just cleaning the place would have, then defensively says hindsight is 20/20. Votey: a big grinning face says, 'Some of those Hot Pockets are still good.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.