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huh

Original: huh on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
God (a small yellow potato-shaped being floating in the sky among angels): JEEZ! What's with life? It just keeps evolving new forms that torture and kill each other non-stop all the time!

Panel 2:
God: You know what? I'm gonna take an ape, and make a version of it that has the body of a baby and a giant brain capable of reflection!

Panel 3:
God (zooming away toward Earth): There. Now to wait a few hundred thousand years and...

Panel 4 (final, large panel):
The view of Earth from space shows multiple pink/red mushroom-cloud explosions (nuclear detonations) blooming across the continents and oceans. God (now down near the planet) reacts.
God: Huh.

Votey:
God (now drawn with a halo): They're destroying themselves to save the world. It's so beautiful...
(Below, a single dark almond/eye shape with small sparkle marks floats in the panel.)

Alt text

A four-panel SMBC comic. God is depicted as a tiny yellow potato-shaped being floating in a blue sky dotted with clouds, accompanied by winged angels. Panel 1: God exclaims, "JEEZ! What's with life? It just keeps evolving new forms that torture and kill each other non-stop all the time!" Panel 2: God says, "You know what? I'm gonna take an ape, and make a version of it that has the body of a baby and a giant brain capable of reflection!" Panel 3: God streaks away through the sky saying, "There. Now to wait a few hundred thousand years and..." Panel 4 (large): The view zooms to Earth seen from space, with multiple pink mushroom-cloud nuclear explosions blooming across the continents and oceans. God, now near the planet, simply says, "Huh." The joke: God's experiment in self-reflective intelligence ends with humanity nuking itself. Votey (aftercomic): God, now wearing a halo, gazes down and says, "They're destroying themselves to save the world. It's so beautiful...", reframing the nuclear annihilation as a serene, holy act; a dark almond-shaped form with little sparkles drifts below.

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.