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ants-2

Original: ants-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Man (praying, hands clasped): Dear God, I've been having trouble with my girlfriend because—
God (voice from a speech bubble): They are like ants to me! ANTS!

Panel 2:
Man: Who's like ants?
God: Oh shit, is this on?

Panel 3:
God (apparently to others, off-mic): Guys I gotta go. We can do the thing later. No, I'm not being dramatic, you're— look I gotta go.

Panel 4:
God (now speaking into the mic, fumbling): Hello! Hi! Hello there!
(The man sits small and alone below.)

Panel 5:
Man: You were asking about your relationship?

Panel 6:
God: Are you gonna flood the seas upon the land and dim the sun as dark as blood again?
God: Stay in your lane, Dave.

Votey:
God (continuing): Though, maybe build an ark or two.
(The man's face is shown looking up.)

Alt text

A six-panel SMBC comic drawn in a flat cartoon style. A red-haired man kneels with hands clasped, praying. He begins, "Dear God, I've been having trouble with my girlfriend because—" but a booming voice from a speech bubble interrupts: "They are like ants to me! ANTS!" The man asks, "Who's like ants?" and the voice replies, "Oh shit, is this on?" God, clearly caught off guard, mutters to unseen companions: "Guys I gotta go. We can do the thing later. No, I'm not being dramatic, you're— look I gotta go." Then, recovering and speaking into the mic: "Hello! Hi! Hello there!" The man sits tiny and alone. He prompts, "You were asking about your relationship?" God responds with a grandiose, irrelevant question: "Are you gonna flood the seas upon the land and dim the sun as dark as blood again?" then snaps, "Stay in your lane, Dave." The joke: the man overheard God ranting cosmically before God realized the prayer line was live, then deflected the man's relationship problem. Votey (aftercomic, single black-and-white panel): God adds, "Though, maybe build an ark or two," as the man's face looks up—God reconsidering whether an apocalypse is in fact coming.

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.