victorians
Original: victorians on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A young man with red hair, reading a red book, speaks cheerfully.
Man: GOD THESE VICTORIANS WERE SO REPRESSED! THEY CAN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BODIES FOR A SECOND. WE'RE ALL JUST PEOPLE!
Panel 2:
A phone begins to ring (sound effect bursts: RING RING RING). The man's expression turns to alarm.
Man: OH GOD THE PHONE.
Panel 3:
Close-up on the man's face, eyes wide and teeth gritted in horror as the ringing (NG NG) continues beside him.
Panel 4:
A thumb presses a large red button on a phone. The button is labeled DECLINE.
Votey:
Close-up on the man's face, now looking sad and slightly teary, with a thought/speech bubble above him.
Man: HOW DARE MY MOM CALL WITHOUT TEXTING?
A young man with red hair, reading a red book, speaks cheerfully.
Man: GOD THESE VICTORIANS WERE SO REPRESSED! THEY CAN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BODIES FOR A SECOND. WE'RE ALL JUST PEOPLE!
Panel 2:
A phone begins to ring (sound effect bursts: RING RING RING). The man's expression turns to alarm.
Man: OH GOD THE PHONE.
Panel 3:
Close-up on the man's face, eyes wide and teeth gritted in horror as the ringing (NG NG) continues beside him.
Panel 4:
A thumb presses a large red button on a phone. The button is labeled DECLINE.
Votey:
Close-up on the man's face, now looking sad and slightly teary, with a thought/speech bubble above him.
Man: HOW DARE MY MOM CALL WITHOUT TEXTING?
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a cheerful young red-haired man reads a red book and says, "God these Victorians were so repressed! They can't even think about bodies for a second. We're all just people!" Panel 2: a phone rings loudly (RING RING RING) and his face turns to alarm as he says, "Oh god the phone." Panel 3: an extreme close-up of his terrified, gritted-teeth face as the ringing continues. Panel 4: his thumb jabs a large red button on the phone labeled DECLINE. The joke: the modern man who mocks Victorian repression is himself too anxiety-ridden to answer a phone call. Votey (bonus panel): the same man, now looking tearful and wounded, thinks, "How dare my mom call without texting?" revealing the declined call was from his mother.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.