Worst
Original: Worst on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Child (a young boy with red hair): Dad, what's the hardest thing about being an adult?
Dad (a man with glasses, sitting in a red armchair): The tentacles.
Panel 2:
Dad: The... the-
Dad: In the night. I always wonder how they move so quickly while being so cold.
Panel 3:
The boy stands alone, looking unsettled.
Panel 4:
Dad: Nah, I'm kidding, the hard part is that you become most aware of the futility of everything just at the point where you have to work hardest to earn.
Boy (pointing, distressed): Tell me about the tentacles!
(Dad smiles back at him.)
Votey:
Dad (close-up of his face): The real tentacles... are in your heart.
Child (a young boy with red hair): Dad, what's the hardest thing about being an adult?
Dad (a man with glasses, sitting in a red armchair): The tentacles.
Panel 2:
Dad: The... the-
Dad: In the night. I always wonder how they move so quickly while being so cold.
Panel 3:
The boy stands alone, looking unsettled.
Panel 4:
Dad: Nah, I'm kidding, the hard part is that you become most aware of the futility of everything just at the point where you have to work hardest to earn.
Boy (pointing, distressed): Tell me about the tentacles!
(Dad smiles back at him.)
Votey:
Dad (close-up of his face): The real tentacles... are in your heart.
Alt text
A four-panel SMBC comic. A young red-haired boy asks his bespectacled dad, who is lounging in a red armchair, "Dad, what's the hardest thing about being an adult?" The dad replies, "The tentacles." He continues ominously, "The... the- In the night. I always wonder how they move so quickly while being so cold." The boy stands alone looking deeply unsettled. The dad then grins and says, "Nah, I'm kidding, the hard part is that you become most aware of the futility of everything just at the point where you have to work hardest to earn." The boy, now alarmed and pointing, shouts, "Tell me about the tentacles!" In the votey, a close-up of the dad's face as he says solemnly, "The real tentacles... are in your heart."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.