probe-3
Original: probe-3 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A flying saucer hovers in a night sky over rolling hills, beaming a man up in a yellow tractor beam.
Panel 2:
Man: Aliens! Oh no! Are you going to probe my anus!?
Panel 3:
Green alien: Yes.
Panel 4: The alien holds up a device toward the man, who spreads his arms.
Panel 5:
Man: What was that?
Panel 6:
Green alien: Full body scan.
Panel 7: The alien holds up the scanning device again.
Panel 8:
Man: Ah.
Panel 9:
Green alien: Is that, you know, detailed enough?
Panel 10:
Man: Yes.
Panel 11:
Green alien: Like there are probably lots of ways to gather that data.
Green alien: This is an atomic level scan.
Panel 12:
Green alien: I just don't want you at your home planet wondering if you could've done more.
Man: Why do humans always make this weird?
Votey:
Man (looking dejected): Honestly, I've lost the mood.
Panel 2:
Man: Aliens! Oh no! Are you going to probe my anus!?
Panel 3:
Green alien: Yes.
Panel 4: The alien holds up a device toward the man, who spreads his arms.
Panel 5:
Man: What was that?
Panel 6:
Green alien: Full body scan.
Panel 7: The alien holds up the scanning device again.
Panel 8:
Man: Ah.
Panel 9:
Green alien: Is that, you know, detailed enough?
Panel 10:
Man: Yes.
Panel 11:
Green alien: Like there are probably lots of ways to gather that data.
Green alien: This is an atomic level scan.
Panel 12:
Green alien: I just don't want you at your home planet wondering if you could've done more.
Man: Why do humans always make this weird?
Votey:
Man (looking dejected): Honestly, I've lost the mood.
Alt text
A twelve-panel SMBC comic. A flying saucer beams a man up into the night sky. The man panics: "Aliens! Oh no! Are you going to probe my anus!?" A green alien replies flatly, "Yes." The alien then waves a device over the man and says it was a "full body scan." The man, slightly let down, says "Ah." The alien anxiously over-explains, asking if the scan was detailed enough and insisting "This is an atomic level scan" because "there are probably lots of ways to gather that data," adding, "I just don't want you at your home planet wondering if you could've done more." The man, deflated, asks, "Why do humans always make this weird?" The joke reverses expectations: the human is the one who wanted the invasive probing, while the alien is just doing a clinical, considerate scan. Votey: a close-up of the man's disappointed face as he admits, "Honestly, I've lost the mood."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.