overhead
Original: overhead on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A man with long red hair and a beard sits on a picnic blanket beside a small red-haired child, in a green park with trees and water in the background.
Man: Hmm, plane overhead.
Panel 2 (extreme close-up on the man's face): Well the good thing is that if it crashes on us we'll all die together so it won't be the case that either they grow up fatherless or I have to live on, alternately scoured and benumbed by the ashes of what was once so beautiful.
Panel 3: A wide shot of the man and child sitting small in the green landscape.
Child: Whatcha thinkin' about Dad?
Man: More crackers?
Votey:
Extreme close-up of the man's face, smiling slightly.
Man: Eat them. Be happy.
Man: Hmm, plane overhead.
Panel 2 (extreme close-up on the man's face): Well the good thing is that if it crashes on us we'll all die together so it won't be the case that either they grow up fatherless or I have to live on, alternately scoured and benumbed by the ashes of what was once so beautiful.
Panel 3: A wide shot of the man and child sitting small in the green landscape.
Child: Whatcha thinkin' about Dad?
Man: More crackers?
Votey:
Extreme close-up of the man's face, smiling slightly.
Man: Eat them. Be happy.
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a long-haired, bearded red-haired man sits on a picnic blanket with a small red-haired child in a green park; he says "Hmm, plane overhead." Panel 2: an extreme close-up of his calm face as he narrates a dark internal monologue: "Well the good thing is that if it crashes on us we'll all die together so it won't be the case that either they grow up fatherless or I have to live on, alternately scoured and benumbed by the ashes of what was once so beautiful." Panel 3: a wide shot of the two sitting tiny in the landscape; the child asks "Whatcha thinkin' about Dad?" and he deflects with "More crackers?" Votey: another extreme close-up of his faintly smiling face thinking "Eat them. Be happy." The joke: a parent masks a spiraling, grim catastrophic thought with a cheerful, mundane reply to his kid.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.