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pray

Original: pray on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Narration/caption (woman, praying): DEAR SATAN--
Voice on the other end: HI, THIS IS GOD, I... OH.

Panel 2:
Voice (God): OH YOU WEREN'T CALLING FOR ME.
Woman: WOW, THIS IS AWKWARD.

Panel 3:
Voice (God): MAYBE I CAN HELP YOU. WHAT'D YOU WANT?
Woman: A BOX OF CIGARS, A BUCKET OF MARGARITA, AND THREE 6'6" DUDES WITH DONGS LIKE A PAPER TOWEL ROLL.

Panel 4:
Woman (shouting, distressed): STEPHANIE! I WAS PRAYING TO SATAN! YOU'RE THE ONE EAVESDROPPING!

Votey:
A different woman bursts in with an open mouth.
Woman: SORRY I'M LATE! DID SOMEONE SAY DONGS?!

Alt text

A four-panel comic. A red-haired woman with hands clasped in prayer says "Dear Satan--" and a voice answers "Hi, this is God, I... oh." The voice continues, "Oh you weren't calling for me," and the woman replies, "Wow, this is awkward." God offers, "Maybe I can help you. What'd you want?" and she answers, "A box of cigars, a bucket of margarita, and three 6'6\" dudes with dongs like a paper towel roll." In the final panel the woman, looking mortified and clutching herself, shouts, "Stephanie! I was praying to Satan! You're the one eavesdropping!" The joke: she's embarrassed that God (here cast as the prying "Stephanie") overheard her sinful prayer meant for Satan. Votey (aftercomic): a second woman bursts in with a big open mouth, exclaiming, "Sorry I'm late! Did someone say dongs?!"

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.