boo
Original: boo on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A ghostly, decayed figure looms in a dark room, wailing.
Ghost: I WAS MURDERED IN THIS HOUSE! YOU MUST MOVE MY BONES!
Panel 2: A young man with orange hair stands at a distance, looking up at the floating corpse-like remains of the ghost.
Man: WAIT, JUST MOVE OR REBURY THEM?
Panel 3: Close-up of the man looking thoughtful and a bit perplexed, the ghostly remains visible beside him.
(no dialogue)
Panel 4: The scene reveals the ghost's bones have been brought to a strip club. The ghost's remains, mounted with orange hair, are pole dancing on a lit stage while a crowd of shadowy patrons cheers and films on their phones. The man watches from the lower left.
(no dialogue)
Votey:
A stark black-and-white close-up of the ghost's screaming face with a speech bubble.
Ghost: niiiiiiiice...
Ghost: I WAS MURDERED IN THIS HOUSE! YOU MUST MOVE MY BONES!
Panel 2: A young man with orange hair stands at a distance, looking up at the floating corpse-like remains of the ghost.
Man: WAIT, JUST MOVE OR REBURY THEM?
Panel 3: Close-up of the man looking thoughtful and a bit perplexed, the ghostly remains visible beside him.
(no dialogue)
Panel 4: The scene reveals the ghost's bones have been brought to a strip club. The ghost's remains, mounted with orange hair, are pole dancing on a lit stage while a crowd of shadowy patrons cheers and films on their phones. The man watches from the lower left.
(no dialogue)
Votey:
A stark black-and-white close-up of the ghost's screaming face with a speech bubble.
Ghost: niiiiiiiice...
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a decayed, ghostly figure looms in a dark room screaming, "I WAS MURDERED IN THIS HOUSE! YOU MUST MOVE MY BONES!" Panel 2: an orange-haired young man stands at a distance looking up at the floating remains and asks, "WAIT, JUST MOVE OR REBURY THEM?" Panel 3: a thoughtful close-up of the man, the remains beside him, as if pondering the loophole. Panel 4: the punchline reveals the man took "move my bones" literally in a new way: the ghost's remains, now sporting orange hair, are pole dancing on a strip-club stage under colored lights while a crowd of shadowy patrons cheers and films on phones. The joke is the deliberate misreading of "move my bones" as making the skeleton dance. Votey: a stark black-and-white close-up of the ghost's screaming, delighted face with a speech bubble reading "niiiiiiiice..." -- the ghost approves.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.