chemicals
Original: chemicals on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man (lying in bed, holding phone): GOD, IT'S 2AM AND MY STUPID BRAIN CHEMICALS WON'T JUST LET ME SLEEP!
Panel 2:
Brain (a disembodied brain standing on stick legs): YOU WERE UP UNTIL 12:50 READING INTERNET MEMES AND VACUOUS POLITICAL COMMENTARY AND NOW YOU'RE BLAMING YOUR INSOMNIA ON CHEMISTRY?
Panel 3:
Man (lying in bed with eyes closed, indignant): HOW DARE YOU.
Votey:
Man (in bed): MORE STUPID SHIT FOR YOU, BRAIN!
Man (lying in bed, holding phone): GOD, IT'S 2AM AND MY STUPID BRAIN CHEMICALS WON'T JUST LET ME SLEEP!
Panel 2:
Brain (a disembodied brain standing on stick legs): YOU WERE UP UNTIL 12:50 READING INTERNET MEMES AND VACUOUS POLITICAL COMMENTARY AND NOW YOU'RE BLAMING YOUR INSOMNIA ON CHEMISTRY?
Panel 3:
Man (lying in bed with eyes closed, indignant): HOW DARE YOU.
Votey:
Man (in bed): MORE STUPID SHIT FOR YOU, BRAIN!
Alt text
A three-panel comic. Panel 1: a shirtless man lies in bed at night holding a phone, complaining, "God, it's 2am and my stupid brain chemicals won't just let me sleep!" Panel 2: against a yellow background, a cartoon brain standing upright on two little stick legs retorts, "You were up until 12:50 reading internet memes and vacuous political commentary and now you're blaming your insomnia on chemistry?" Panel 3: a close-up of the man lying in bed with his eyes shut, looking offended, saying simply, "How dare you." The joke: the man blames brain chemistry for his insomnia, but his own brain calls out that he was actually doomscrolling. Votey (a small black-and-white aftercomic): the man, still in bed, holds up his phone and declares, "More stupid shit for you, brain!" — immediately ignoring the advice and feeding his brain more late-night phone content.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.