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Original: unit on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Interrogator (a man standing over a bound captive): HOW MUCH THORIUM IS IN THE NEW WONDER-WEAPON, MR. SMITH? ANSWER OR WE KILL YOUR FAMILY!
Panel 2:
Mr. Smith (the bound captive, sweating): OKAY, OKAY! IT'S ONE-THIRD PIPE-FULL, ROUNDED.
Panel 3:
Interrogator: ONE-THIRD... WHAT?
Panel 4:
Mr. Smith: ONE THIRD ROUNDED PIPE OR YOU CAN USE SEVENTEEN FIFTEENTHS OF A HOG'S DRAM. DRY HOG'S DRAM, NOT LIQUID--
Interrogator: OH FOR GOD'S SAKE
Caption (below the comic): Thanks to traditional units, American secrets remain classified.
Votey:
IF METRIC IS SO GREAT, HOW COME YOU GOTTA DO ALL THESE CRAZY CONVERSIONS JUST TO FIGURE OUT WHAT SOMETHING WEIGHS????
Interrogator (a man standing over a bound captive): HOW MUCH THORIUM IS IN THE NEW WONDER-WEAPON, MR. SMITH? ANSWER OR WE KILL YOUR FAMILY!
Panel 2:
Mr. Smith (the bound captive, sweating): OKAY, OKAY! IT'S ONE-THIRD PIPE-FULL, ROUNDED.
Panel 3:
Interrogator: ONE-THIRD... WHAT?
Panel 4:
Mr. Smith: ONE THIRD ROUNDED PIPE OR YOU CAN USE SEVENTEEN FIFTEENTHS OF A HOG'S DRAM. DRY HOG'S DRAM, NOT LIQUID--
Interrogator: OH FOR GOD'S SAKE
Caption (below the comic): Thanks to traditional units, American secrets remain classified.
Votey:
IF METRIC IS SO GREAT, HOW COME YOU GOTTA DO ALL THESE CRAZY CONVERSIONS JUST TO FIGURE OUT WHAT SOMETHING WEIGHS????
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A dark-haired interrogator leans over a man tied to a chair, demanding, "How much thorium is in the new wonder-weapon, Mr. Smith? Answer or we kill your family!" Panel 2: The sweating captive blurts, "Okay, okay! It's one-third pipe-full, rounded." Panel 3: The interrogator, puzzled, asks, "One-third... what?" Panel 4: The captive rattles off, "One third rounded pipe or you can use seventeen fifteenths of a hog's dram. Dry hog's dram, not liquid--" and the exasperated interrogator (now bald) throws up his hands shouting "Oh for God's sake." Caption: "Thanks to traditional units, American secrets remain classified." Votey panel: handwritten text reads, "If metric is so great, how come you gotta do all these crazy conversions just to figure out what something weighs???"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.