mine
Original: mine on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (single panel):
A pale man with orange/flame-like hair stands at left, facing two other figures: a muscular dark-skinned bald man in the center (arms crossed) and a blonde woman at right. All three are nude.
Flame-haired man: "BUT... BUT... YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE."
Bald man (and woman): "WE HAVE FOUND PERFECTION IN EACH OTHER. PERFECTION FOUND NOWHERE. BUT HERE, LOVING ONE ANOTHER IS OUR GREATEST REWARD AND OUR HIGHEST CALLING."
Caption below panel: "The number of sex robots should be capped at precisely 1."
Votey:
A large bald humanoid figure (a robot/android) sits hunched, looking down, with a small smile. A speech bubble from off-panel (the bald man's thoughts/words) reads:
"WE NOW MUST FIND A WAY TO KILL YOU WITHOUT HAVING TO TOUCH YOU."
A pale man with orange/flame-like hair stands at left, facing two other figures: a muscular dark-skinned bald man in the center (arms crossed) and a blonde woman at right. All three are nude.
Flame-haired man: "BUT... BUT... YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE."
Bald man (and woman): "WE HAVE FOUND PERFECTION IN EACH OTHER. PERFECTION FOUND NOWHERE. BUT HERE, LOVING ONE ANOTHER IS OUR GREATEST REWARD AND OUR HIGHEST CALLING."
Caption below panel: "The number of sex robots should be capped at precisely 1."
Votey:
A large bald humanoid figure (a robot/android) sits hunched, looking down, with a small smile. A speech bubble from off-panel (the bald man's thoughts/words) reads:
"WE NOW MUST FIND A WAY TO KILL YOU WITHOUT HAVING TO TOUCH YOU."
Alt text
Main comic, one panel: three nude figures stand on grass. A pale man with orange flame-like hair at left says "But... but... you were supposed to be mine." A muscular dark-skinned bald man in the center, arms crossed, and a blonde woman at right reply: "We have found perfection in each other. Perfection found nowhere. But here, loving one another is our greatest reward and our highest calling." A caption beneath reads: "The number of sex robots should be capped at precisely 1." The joke: two sex robots have fallen in love with each other and reject their human owner. Votey: a close-up of a large bald android sitting hunched with a faint smile, while a speech bubble continues the thought: "We now must find a way to kill you without having to touch you."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.