want
Original: want on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Older man (the dad, bald with glasses, suspenders): When I was young I wanted fame. Money. Sex.
Panel 2:
Dad: The older I get, the more I find I get my real sense of purpose from elsewhere.
Panel 3:
Younger man (son, seated across the table): Where, Dad?
Panel 4:
Dad: Sucking the joy out of other people's lives.
Panel 5:
Son: Huh.
Panel 6:
A server/waitress sets a cup on the table.
Panel 7:
Dad: It's too bad you got a fake degree so I'll have to pay for this meal.
Panel 8:
Son (realizing, drawn out): So thaaaaat's why.
Panel 9:
The dad sits smugly, content.
Votey:
A large speech bubble: These are such precious moments.
The dad is shown gazing fondly while wiping away a tear, watching his son leave.
Older man (the dad, bald with glasses, suspenders): When I was young I wanted fame. Money. Sex.
Panel 2:
Dad: The older I get, the more I find I get my real sense of purpose from elsewhere.
Panel 3:
Younger man (son, seated across the table): Where, Dad?
Panel 4:
Dad: Sucking the joy out of other people's lives.
Panel 5:
Son: Huh.
Panel 6:
A server/waitress sets a cup on the table.
Panel 7:
Dad: It's too bad you got a fake degree so I'll have to pay for this meal.
Panel 8:
Son (realizing, drawn out): So thaaaaat's why.
Panel 9:
The dad sits smugly, content.
Votey:
A large speech bubble: These are such precious moments.
The dad is shown gazing fondly while wiping away a tear, watching his son leave.
Alt text
A nine-panel SMBC comic of a father and adult son talking across a restaurant table. The bald, bespectacled father in suspenders says, "When I was young I wanted fame. Money. Sex," then, "The older I get, the more I find I get my real sense of purpose from elsewhere." His son asks, "Where, Dad?" The father replies, "Sucking the joy out of other people's lives." The son responds flatly, "Huh." A server brings a drink. The father adds, "It's too bad you got a fake degree so I'll have to pay for this meal." The son, dawning realization, says, "So thaaaaat's why," while the father sits smugly satisfied. Votey: a large speech bubble reads, "These are such precious moments," as the father gazes fondly and wipes away a tear watching his son depart.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.