second-strike
Original: second-strike on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A robed man with a long beard stands before a large window or screen showing an apocalyptic landscape: three towering columns of fire or energy rising into a sky of red, billowing clouds and a yellow horizon, each column ringed by a halo. His arms are raised.
Panel 2: Close-up of the same man, now clearly elderly with round glasses and a white beard, arms thrown wide, mouth open in joyous exultation.
Man: Y'ALLLLLLLL!
Caption (below): The Second Person Plural Wars arrive at their inevitable and brutal conclusion.
Votey:
A loose, sketchy hand-drawn scene of jagged mountains and a figure, with a speech bubble.
Speech bubble: yuooouse...
Panel 2: Close-up of the same man, now clearly elderly with round glasses and a white beard, arms thrown wide, mouth open in joyous exultation.
Man: Y'ALLLLLLLL!
Caption (below): The Second Person Plural Wars arrive at their inevitable and brutal conclusion.
Votey:
A loose, sketchy hand-drawn scene of jagged mountains and a figure, with a speech bubble.
Speech bubble: yuooouse...
Alt text
A two-panel comic. Panel one: a bearded man in a robe stands with arms raised before a vista of three giant flaming columns rising into a hellish red-and-yellow sky, each ringed by a halo, evoking a catastrophic battlefield. Panel two: a close-up of the same elderly, bespectacled man, arms thrown wide and mouth open in ecstatic shouting: 'Y'ALLLLLLLL!' A caption reads: 'The Second Person Plural Wars arrive at their inevitable and brutal conclusion.' The joke: a civilizational war over which second-person-plural pronoun (y'all, youse, etc.) wins, ending with 'y'all' triumphant. Votey: a rough sketch of jagged mountains and a figure with a fading speech bubble saying 'yuooouse...', the defeated rival pronoun trailing off.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.