right-in
Original: right-in on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (black background, silhouette of a small person looking up at a large speech bubble):
Silhouetted person: DEAR GOD, WHY DID YOU KILL THE DINOSAURS.
Voice from above (large bubble): THEY WERE DOING IT IN THE BUTT DOING IT RIGHT IN THE BUTT SO I ASTEROIDED THEM.
Panel 2 (man with reddish hair in a red shirt, pointing and shouting, teal background):
Man: (no text in this panel)
Panel 3 (same man, frowning/unimpressed, looking off, teal background):
Man: (no text)
Panel 4 (man with arms spread wide, smiling, light blue background):
Voice from above: FEAR NOT LITTLE ONE, I HAVE MELLOWED WITH AGE.
Man: PRAISE THE LORD!
Votey:
A hand-drawn note/letter reads: MAYBE EASE UP A LITTLE, THOUGH.
Reply speech bubble: NEVER.
Silhouetted person: DEAR GOD, WHY DID YOU KILL THE DINOSAURS.
Voice from above (large bubble): THEY WERE DOING IT IN THE BUTT DOING IT RIGHT IN THE BUTT SO I ASTEROIDED THEM.
Panel 2 (man with reddish hair in a red shirt, pointing and shouting, teal background):
Man: (no text in this panel)
Panel 3 (same man, frowning/unimpressed, looking off, teal background):
Man: (no text)
Panel 4 (man with arms spread wide, smiling, light blue background):
Voice from above: FEAR NOT LITTLE ONE, I HAVE MELLOWED WITH AGE.
Man: PRAISE THE LORD!
Votey:
A hand-drawn note/letter reads: MAYBE EASE UP A LITTLE, THOUGH.
Reply speech bubble: NEVER.
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a small silhouetted person stands in darkness looking up at a huge speech bubble; the person asks, "Dear God, why did you kill the dinosaurs." God's bubble answers, "They were doing it in the butt doing it right in the butt so I asteroided them." Panel 2: a man with reddish hair in a red shirt points and shouts angrily. Panel 3: the same man frowns, unimpressed. Panel 4: the man throws his arms wide and beams happily as God says, "Fear not little one, I have mellowed with age," and the man cries, "Praise the Lord!" The joke: the man is horrified by God's brutal, crude reason for the extinction until God assures him he has softened over time. Votey: a small letter reads "Maybe ease up a little, though," and a reply bubble answers, "Never" — God has not actually mellowed at all.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.