noble

A four-panel comic. A bearded wizard in a purple robe, holding a staff, gestures dramatically at a plainly-dressed young person. Panel 1: the wizard says 'Arise! You do not belong in the stables!' and the confused young person replies 'Huh..?'. Panel 2, close on the wizard: 'You are GENETICALLY SUPERIOR! By heredity you are rightfully born to own serfs as a bundle of goods that come along with the property!'. Panel 3: 'Also a hat made of gold and mistresses you can execute once you use them up!'. Panel 4, a silhouette of the wizard raising the staff before the small figure: the young person asks 'Could you rephrase that so it sounds like I'm righting wrongs by doing all that stuff.?' and the wizard happily obliges, 'Arise! You are born of noble blood!' The joke: the grandiose language of noble birthright is just a flattering euphemism for the same exploitative privileges. There is no votey aftercomic.