the-test
Original: the-test on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Guard: Can't you just do two? You can't leave me in a cell with nothing but paper and pen for 24 hours!
Panel 2:
Guard: Give me the paper. What do you write?
Prisoner (a person in a red shirt, seated): Nothing. Just thoughts. Reflections.
Guard (holding up the paper): No drawings of dicks here. Not even dick-and-balls.
Panel 3:
Guard: Why would you... what?
Prisoner: Take him out, Jenkins.
Panel 4 (a second guard, Jenkins, grabs the prisoner):
SFX: BAMF! BAMF!
Prisoner: Damned replicants are everywhere!
Guard: They will never understand us. And that is our greatest defense.
Votey:
A grizzled man in a hat scowls.
Man: Sorry, couldn't hear you, was drawing a dick.
Guard: Can't you just do two? You can't leave me in a cell with nothing but paper and pen for 24 hours!
Panel 2:
Guard: Give me the paper. What do you write?
Prisoner (a person in a red shirt, seated): Nothing. Just thoughts. Reflections.
Guard (holding up the paper): No drawings of dicks here. Not even dick-and-balls.
Panel 3:
Guard: Why would you... what?
Prisoner: Take him out, Jenkins.
Panel 4 (a second guard, Jenkins, grabs the prisoner):
SFX: BAMF! BAMF!
Prisoner: Damned replicants are everywhere!
Guard: They will never understand us. And that is our greatest defense.
Votey:
A grizzled man in a hat scowls.
Man: Sorry, couldn't hear you, was drawing a dick.
Alt text
A four-panel black-and-white comic set in a prison. In the first panel, a prisoner in a red shirt protests to a guard about being left in a cell for 24 hours with nothing but paper and pen, asking the guard to 'just do two.' In the second panel, the guard demands the paper and asks what the prisoner writes; the prisoner claims 'Nothing. Just thoughts. Reflections.' The guard, inspecting the page, notes there are no drawings of dicks on it. In the third panel the guard is confused ('Why would you... what?') and the prisoner orders 'Take him out, Jenkins.' In the fourth panel a second guard grabs the prisoner with a 'BAMF! BAMF!' sound effect; the prisoner shouts 'Damned replicants are everywhere!' and the guard replies that 'they' will never understand 'us,' and that is their greatest defense—implying the doodling humans are a secret resistance against detection. Votey (aftercomic): a single panel of a grizzled, scowling man in a hat saying 'Sorry, couldn't hear you, was drawing a dick.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.