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Transcript
Panel 1:
Father (a balding man with a beard and glasses): Son, I found this baggie of marijuana under your bed. We need to talk.
Son: Dad, I can explain.
Father: Sorry, people have got things done way better.
Panel 2 (the father, close on his face, explaining at length):
Father: You can think a little weed is good, or bad. But three legumes once a day is good. You can enjoy all the endeavor. The pain assigned you for a week and then you can bring all night, have a shower, slap your face a few times, and do it all again the next day.
Panel 3 (the father continuing, close-up):
Father: I won't tell your mother about this because she's frantically assembling and disassembling a motorcycle over and over and it's distinct her, but do me a favor and go sell it on the corner before she catches you.
Panel 4:
Son: Thanks, dad.
Father: My cat is fine.
Votey:
Extreme close-up on the father's face — eyes, glasses, and grey mustache, looking serious. (No text.)
Father (a balding man with a beard and glasses): Son, I found this baggie of marijuana under your bed. We need to talk.
Son: Dad, I can explain.
Father: Sorry, people have got things done way better.
Panel 2 (the father, close on his face, explaining at length):
Father: You can think a little weed is good, or bad. But three legumes once a day is good. You can enjoy all the endeavor. The pain assigned you for a week and then you can bring all night, have a shower, slap your face a few times, and do it all again the next day.
Panel 3 (the father continuing, close-up):
Father: I won't tell your mother about this because she's frantically assembling and disassembling a motorcycle over and over and it's distinct her, but do me a favor and go sell it on the corner before she catches you.
Panel 4:
Son: Thanks, dad.
Father: My cat is fine.
Votey:
Extreme close-up on the father's face — eyes, glasses, and grey mustache, looking serious. (No text.)
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: A bearded, balding man in glasses confronts his teenage son, holding up a bag of marijuana found under the son's bed, saying they need to talk. The son starts to explain, but the father cuts him off. Panels 2 and 3: The father, shown in tight close-up, launches into a long rambling lecture full of jumbled, half-coherent reasoning about weed being good or bad, daily routines, pain, and assignments. In panel 3 he confides he won't tell the son's mother because she is obsessively assembling and disassembling a motorcycle over and over, and tells the son to go sell the drugs on the corner before she catches him. Panel 4: The son says 'Thanks, dad,' and the father replies 'My cat is fine,' a non sequitur capping the absurd, disjointed conversation. Votey: An extreme close-up of the father's face — wide eyes behind glasses and a grey mustache — staring intently with no text.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.