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Original: Work on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
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Panel 1:
A man with red, flame-like hair stands at the edge of a bed at night, holding a fitted sheet and stretching it out in front of him. A dark window behind him shows a starry night sky.
Man: "Nope, doesn't work. This must be the short side again somehow. God, I'm thirsty. Why is it so dark outside?"
Caption (below panel):
Prank idea #312211: Trap someone in a permanent bedmaking loop by giving them a three-sided fitted sheet.
Votey:
Label: "LATER..."
A simple line-art scene: a skeleton (a skull with a thin spine/ribs) lies slumped over the corner edge of the bed frame, having died still trying to make the bed.
A man with red, flame-like hair stands at the edge of a bed at night, holding a fitted sheet and stretching it out in front of him. A dark window behind him shows a starry night sky.
Man: "Nope, doesn't work. This must be the short side again somehow. God, I'm thirsty. Why is it so dark outside?"
Caption (below panel):
Prank idea #312211: Trap someone in a permanent bedmaking loop by giving them a three-sided fitted sheet.
Votey:
Label: "LATER..."
A simple line-art scene: a skeleton (a skull with a thin spine/ribs) lies slumped over the corner edge of the bed frame, having died still trying to make the bed.
Alt text
A man with red, flame-like hair stands beside a bed at night, holding up a fitted sheet and trying to stretch it over the mattress. Through a dark window behind him, a starry night sky is visible. He says, "Nope, doesn't work. This must be the short side again somehow. God, I'm thirsty. Why is it so dark outside?" A caption below reads: "Prank idea #312211: Trap someone in a permanent bedmaking loop by giving them a three-sided fitted sheet." The joke: a fitted sheet with only three corners can never be put on, so the victim keeps rotating it forever, not noticing time passing. The votey (aftercomic), labeled "LATER...", shows a simple line drawing of a skeleton slumped over the corner of the bed frame, having died while still trying to make the bed.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.