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Original: Code on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman: Wait. WAIT. At your own wedding you can put ANYTHING for the dresscode?
Panel 2:
Man: I guess so, honey. Why?
Panel 3:
(Close-up of a hand writing on a card that reads:)
Dress code
formal apocalyptic
Panel 4:
LATER...
(A group of wedding guests in post-apocalyptic battle gear. One woman speaks to another.)
Guest: Cheryl, you can't wear white shoulder-spikes! The bride is gonna be PISSED.
Votey:
(A man with an angry expression speaks.)
Man: Go change or you'll have to battle her in the DEATH CAGE!
Woman: Wait. WAIT. At your own wedding you can put ANYTHING for the dresscode?
Panel 2:
Man: I guess so, honey. Why?
Panel 3:
(Close-up of a hand writing on a card that reads:)
Dress code
formal apocalyptic
Panel 4:
LATER...
(A group of wedding guests in post-apocalyptic battle gear. One woman speaks to another.)
Guest: Cheryl, you can't wear white shoulder-spikes! The bride is gonna be PISSED.
Votey:
(A man with an angry expression speaks.)
Man: Go change or you'll have to battle her in the DEATH CAGE!
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A blonde woman holding a mug stands in a living room, surprised, saying "Wait. WAIT. At your own wedding you can put ANYTHING for the dresscode?" to a man sitting in a red sweater. Panel 2: Close-up of the woman's face as the man replies, "I guess so, honey. Why?" Panel 3: Close-up of a hand writing an invitation card that reads "Dress code: formal apocalyptic." Panel 4: Labeled "LATER...", a crowd of wedding guests dressed in post-apocalyptic battle gear with spiked armor, weapons, and gritty makeup; one guest scolds another: "Cheryl, you can't wear white shoulder-spikes! The bride is gonna be PISSED." The joke: the wedding's dress-code etiquette rules (don't wear white, don't upstage the bride) now apply to apocalyptic battle armor. Votey: A close-up of an angry man's face who warns, "Go change or you'll have to battle her in the DEATH CAGE!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.