dowsing
Original: dowsing on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man in suit: I was a skeptic of dowsing rods, but I watched a guy and they work.
Man with flame-like orange hair (red shirt): NO!
Panel 2:
Orange-haired man: Dowsing rods "work" in that almost everywhere on Earth there is a water table.
Panel 3:
Orange-haired man: Saying dowsing rods work is like saying my ass detects iron because whenever I sit it points toward Earth's core.
Panel 4:
Man in suit: No way! Is your magical ass available for hire?
Orange-haired man: This conversation moved very quickly.
Votey:
Orange-haired man (now drawn with a thoughtful, scowling expression, hand on chin): Maybe my ass IS magic.
Man in suit: I was a skeptic of dowsing rods, but I watched a guy and they work.
Man with flame-like orange hair (red shirt): NO!
Panel 2:
Orange-haired man: Dowsing rods "work" in that almost everywhere on Earth there is a water table.
Panel 3:
Orange-haired man: Saying dowsing rods work is like saying my ass detects iron because whenever I sit it points toward Earth's core.
Panel 4:
Man in suit: No way! Is your magical ass available for hire?
Orange-haired man: This conversation moved very quickly.
Votey:
Orange-haired man (now drawn with a thoughtful, scowling expression, hand on chin): Maybe my ass IS magic.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A calm man in a suit tells an orange-haired man in a red shirt, "I was a skeptic of dowsing rods, but I watched a guy and they work." The orange-haired man recoils, shouting "NO!" Panel 2: The orange-haired man, agitated, explains, "Dowsing rods 'work' in that almost everywhere on Earth there is a water table." Panel 3: Gesturing emphatically, he continues, "Saying dowsing rods work is like saying my ass detects iron because whenever I sit it points toward Earth's core." Panel 4: The suited man brightens and asks, "No way! Is your magical ass available for hire?" The orange-haired man, deadpan, replies, "This conversation moved very quickly." Votey (aftercomic): A close-up of the orange-haired man's face, hand on his chin in a thoughtful, slightly suspicious pose, musing in a speech bubble, "Maybe my ass IS magic."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.