jailbreak
Original: jailbreak on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Young man (with flame-like spiky hair): "I don't understand. Grandpa, why do you never open up to me? Ask me questions, tell me stuff. But never in my life have I got an answer more than 3 words."
Grandpa (older man, glasses): "Hey. Granny."
Panel 2:
Young man: "Like... why do you just have to dadbod me here?"
Grandpa: "Carburetor."
Panel 3:
Young man: "Well, of course before you had fuel injectors you had to set the air-fuel mixture going and the fact that the matter is enriched to engine had and free my body your whole body. Wait. Knock those barrels were wide open. Wait."
Panel 4 (caption): "It holds later."
Young man: "And I have lived my big big mouth and I love grandpa even though our sex life won't want it open!"
Young man (cont.): "Shut it down!"
Grandpa: "It's too late. All is lost!"
Votey:
Grandpa (speech, large balloon): "Now, who wants my opinion minorities?"
(He sits looking down/away with a flat expression.)
Young man (with flame-like spiky hair): "I don't understand. Grandpa, why do you never open up to me? Ask me questions, tell me stuff. But never in my life have I got an answer more than 3 words."
Grandpa (older man, glasses): "Hey. Granny."
Panel 2:
Young man: "Like... why do you just have to dadbod me here?"
Grandpa: "Carburetor."
Panel 3:
Young man: "Well, of course before you had fuel injectors you had to set the air-fuel mixture going and the fact that the matter is enriched to engine had and free my body your whole body. Wait. Knock those barrels were wide open. Wait."
Panel 4 (caption): "It holds later."
Young man: "And I have lived my big big mouth and I love grandpa even though our sex life won't want it open!"
Young man (cont.): "Shut it down!"
Grandpa: "It's too late. All is lost!"
Votey:
Grandpa (speech, large balloon): "Now, who wants my opinion minorities?"
(He sits looking down/away with a flat expression.)
Alt text
A four-panel black-and-white SMBC comic. A young man with spiky flame-like hair complains to his bespectacled grandpa that the grandpa never opens up and never gives him an answer longer than three words. The grandpa replies only in clipped one-word answers ("Hey." / "Carburetor."). When prompted, the grandpa abruptly launches into a dense, rambling monologue about old car engines (fuel injectors, air-fuel mixture, carburetor barrels wide open) that runs away from him and veers into oversharing about love and his sex life, until the young man panics and yells "Shut it down!" and the grandpa declares "It's too late! All is lost!" The joke: the silent grandpa, once opened up, cannot stop the flood of inappropriate oversharing. Votey aftercomic: a single panel where the grandpa, sitting and looking down dejectedly, asks in a large speech balloon, "Now, who wants my opinion minorities?"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.