touch
Original: touch on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
King (man wearing a golden crown): And so I was cursed. Cursed so that anyone I touch emotionally would be turned to solid gold.
Panel 2:
Bearded man: Oh god, that sounds awful. To see everyone close to you...
Panel 3:
(Close-up of the bearded man's face, looking thoughtful/uneasy. No dialogue.)
Panel 4:
Bearded man: Nobody's turned to gold, have they.
King (now looking despondent): Everyone I know and love is still SUPER ALIVE!
Votey:
King (off-panel speech, with a small white blob/cloud beneath the speech bubble): Sorry, I'm trying really hard to turn into gold but just nothing.
King (man wearing a golden crown): And so I was cursed. Cursed so that anyone I touch emotionally would be turned to solid gold.
Panel 2:
Bearded man: Oh god, that sounds awful. To see everyone close to you...
Panel 3:
(Close-up of the bearded man's face, looking thoughtful/uneasy. No dialogue.)
Panel 4:
Bearded man: Nobody's turned to gold, have they.
King (now looking despondent): Everyone I know and love is still SUPER ALIVE!
Votey:
King (off-panel speech, with a small white blob/cloud beneath the speech bubble): Sorry, I'm trying really hard to turn into gold but just nothing.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A king in a golden crown talks to a bearded man, saying he was cursed so that anyone he touches emotionally would be turned to solid gold. Panel 2: The bearded man responds sympathetically, "Oh god, that sounds awful. To see everyone close to you..." Panel 3: A close-up of the bearded man's face as he looks uneasy, realizing something. Panel 4: He flatly observes, "Nobody's turned to gold, have they." The king, now looking sad and defeated, insists, "Everyone I know and love is still SUPER ALIVE!" The joke: an emotional touch would turn loved ones to gold, so the fact that no one has turned gold means the king has never truly emotionally connected with anyone. Votey (aftercomic): A mostly blank panel showing only the king's speech bubble and a small puff: "Sorry, I'm trying really hard to turn into gold but just nothing."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.