discrete
Original: discrete on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (main comic):
Three men sit crowded together on a small yellow inflatable life raft drifting on open water. One man (red-haired, in a green shirt) is speaking.
Red-haired man: BUT WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A DISCRETE WIN-OR-LOSE GAME WHEN THE PRIZES COULD BE SLICED UP ALMOST INDEFINITELY?
Caption (below panel): Ultimately, instead of drawing straws, we just ate the mathematician.
Votey:
A man's face, shown in a loose sketchy style, with a smear of red around his mouth.
Man: TASTES LIKE COFFEE.
Three men sit crowded together on a small yellow inflatable life raft drifting on open water. One man (red-haired, in a green shirt) is speaking.
Red-haired man: BUT WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A DISCRETE WIN-OR-LOSE GAME WHEN THE PRIZES COULD BE SLICED UP ALMOST INDEFINITELY?
Caption (below panel): Ultimately, instead of drawing straws, we just ate the mathematician.
Votey:
A man's face, shown in a loose sketchy style, with a smear of red around his mouth.
Man: TASTES LIKE COFFEE.
Alt text
Main comic: A single panel shows three men squeezed onto a small yellow inflatable life raft adrift on dark open water, stranded at sea. A red-haired man in a green shirt is talking, gesturing, in a large speech bubble: "But why does it have to be a discrete win-or-lose game when the prizes could be sliced up almost indefinitely?" A caption beneath the panel reads: "Ultimately, instead of drawing straws, we just ate the mathematician." The joke: the mathematician is overthinking how to fairly divide who gets eaten, so the others simply eat him. Votey: A loosely sketched close-up of a man's face with a red smear around his mouth, saying "Tastes like coffee" -- the survivor reporting on the flavor of the eaten mathematician.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.