dangerous
Original: dangerous on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (red-haired): I hear you like... dangerous men.
Man: ...maybe I do.
Panel 2:
Man: Sometimes I walk around the house just swallowing stuff.
Man: Tacks, animal hair, batteries, whatever.
Panel 3:
Man: It's hard. It's damn hard. The pain comes at night, but I push through.
Panel 4:
Woman: I guess strictly speaking what I like is men who are dangerous in a way that implies they have visible abs.
Man: You gonna eat that toothpick?
Votey:
Man (close-up, frowning): What's mine is mine.
Woman (red-haired): I hear you like... dangerous men.
Man: ...maybe I do.
Panel 2:
Man: Sometimes I walk around the house just swallowing stuff.
Man: Tacks, animal hair, batteries, whatever.
Panel 3:
Man: It's hard. It's damn hard. The pain comes at night, but I push through.
Panel 4:
Woman: I guess strictly speaking what I like is men who are dangerous in a way that implies they have visible abs.
Man: You gonna eat that toothpick?
Votey:
Man (close-up, frowning): What's mine is mine.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A red-haired woman leans toward a man and says, "I hear you like... dangerous men." He replies, "...maybe I do." Panel 2: The man, looking earnest, says, "Sometimes I walk around the house just swallowing stuff. Tacks, animal hair, batteries, whatever." Panel 3: He continues, "It's hard. It's damn hard. The pain comes at night, but I push through." Panel 4: The woman, now looking unimpressed and holding a drink, clarifies, "I guess strictly speaking what I like is men who are dangerous in a way that implies they have visible abs." The man, undeterred, eyes her drink and asks, "You gonna eat that toothpick?" The joke: he interprets "dangerous" as literally swallowing hazardous objects rather than the attractive bad-boy ideal she means. Votey: An extreme close-up of the man's grim face as he declares, "What's mine is mine" — staking a claim to the toothpick.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.