fun-2
Original: fun-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (a person in bed at night, addressing God):
Person: God, you designed a perfect universe. Why do you have to interfere with miracles?
God: Fun.
Panel 2:
God: I mean the system overall is great. So I never do anything big, like the warps of physics. Or maybe only stupid miracles.
Panel 3:
Person ("WHAT?"): What?
God: One time I made it so a guy could explode ducks with his mind.
Panel 4:
Person: How?
God: Another time I made it so a little kid could explode ducks with her mind.
Panel 5:
Person: You ever had the duck?
God: I once exploded a lady's anxiety a lot.
Panel 6:
God: By letting her explode ducks with her mind.
Panel 7:
Person: I'm gonna tell this pope you and me will be l8r.
God: No one will believe you, mwahahahaha!
Votey:
A voice (from a thought/speech bubble): Psssst. Think about a duck. Go ahead.
Person: God, you designed a perfect universe. Why do you have to interfere with miracles?
God: Fun.
Panel 2:
God: I mean the system overall is great. So I never do anything big, like the warps of physics. Or maybe only stupid miracles.
Panel 3:
Person ("WHAT?"): What?
God: One time I made it so a guy could explode ducks with his mind.
Panel 4:
Person: How?
God: Another time I made it so a little kid could explode ducks with her mind.
Panel 5:
Person: You ever had the duck?
God: I once exploded a lady's anxiety a lot.
Panel 6:
God: By letting her explode ducks with her mind.
Panel 7:
Person: I'm gonna tell this pope you and me will be l8r.
God: No one will believe you, mwahahahaha!
Votey:
A voice (from a thought/speech bubble): Psssst. Think about a duck. Go ahead.
Alt text
A seven-panel comic. A person lying in bed at night talks to God (shown as a glowing presence). The person asks why God interferes with miracles in a perfect universe; God answers "Fun." God explains he never does anything big like warping physics, only stupid miracles. He keeps describing the same one: making a guy explode ducks with his mind, then a little kid exploding ducks with her mind, then exploding a lady's anxiety "a lot" by letting her explode ducks with her mind. The person says they'll tell the pope that they're done with God; God cackles "No one will believe you, mwahahahaha!" The running joke is that God's only miracle is the power to explode ducks with one's mind. Votey: a mostly empty panel with a speech bubble that whispers "Psssst. Think about a duck. Go ahead.", implying the reader now has the duck-exploding power.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.