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hoax-2

Original: hoax-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Title header (top of comic): NEW GENRE CONCEPT: CONSPIRACY THEORY EROTICA

Panel 1:
Narration (a man with a hat, film-noir detective style, in his office): She walked into my office, the way we haven't walked on the moon.
(A woman in a red dress is silhouetted in the doorway.)

Panel 2:
Narration: I could tell by her upturned nipples that she was interested in me, and also that as a mammal she was not one of the reptiloids.
(The detective sits in a chair; the woman in red stands nearby.)

Panel 3:
Narration: She looked at me with eyes that, unlike jet fuel, could melt steel beams.
(Close-up of the red-haired woman in the red dress giving a sultry look.)

Panel 4:
Narration: Maybe it was something in my blood, such as a microchip implanted by Bill Gates, but the sight of her made me feel as alive as Tupac's clone.
(Close-up of the detective's face.)

Votey:
The woman (red-haired) says: Is it hot in here, or is it just the chemtrails?

Alt text

A four-panel comic styled as film-noir detective fiction, titled "NEW GENRE CONCEPT: CONSPIRACY THEORY EROTICA." Each panel pairs hardboiled narration with conspiracy-theory references. Panel 1: a woman in a red dress is silhouetted in a doorway of the detective's office; narration reads "She walked into my office, the way we haven't walked on the moon." Panel 2: the hat-wearing detective sits in a chair beside the woman; narration: "I could tell by her upturned nipples that she was interested in me, and also that as a mammal she was not one of the reptiloids." Panel 3: close-up of the red-haired woman's sultry face; narration: "She looked at me with eyes that, unlike jet fuel, could melt steel beams." Panel 4: close-up of the detective; narration: "Maybe it was something in my blood, such as a microchip implanted by Bill Gates, but the sight of her made me feel as alive as Tupac's clone." Votey: a close-up of the woman fanning herself as she says, "Is it hot in here, or is it just the chemtrails?"

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.