Sword
Original: Sword on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: An older balding father hands a sword to his son.
Father: SON, I GIVE YOU THIS SWORD, WHICH MY FATHER GOT FROM HIS FATHER, WHO GOT IT FROM HIS FATHER.
Panel 2: The son, a younger man in a yellow sweater, gestures and asks a question.
Son: WHERE'D THE FIRST FATHER GET IT?
Father: LOOTING CORPSES.
Panel 3: Close-up of the father's face, looking grim.
Father: I FORGET WHAT WAR, BUT BACK THEN IT WAS FINE. THEY WERE ENEMIES.
Panel 4: The son examines the sword in the dark.
Son: WAIT, THIS IS AMERICAN-MADE. AND LOOK, THERE'S A PICTURE OF SOME FAMILY IN THERE.
The sword (depicted as a small glowing figure raising a weapon): YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF THE SWORD!
Votey:
A bald, scowling man (the father) shouts in close-up.
Father: AND YOU WILL NEVER RECEIVE GREAT GRANPAPA'S AWARD FOR WAR-CRIMES!
Father: SON, I GIVE YOU THIS SWORD, WHICH MY FATHER GOT FROM HIS FATHER, WHO GOT IT FROM HIS FATHER.
Panel 2: The son, a younger man in a yellow sweater, gestures and asks a question.
Son: WHERE'D THE FIRST FATHER GET IT?
Father: LOOTING CORPSES.
Panel 3: Close-up of the father's face, looking grim.
Father: I FORGET WHAT WAR, BUT BACK THEN IT WAS FINE. THEY WERE ENEMIES.
Panel 4: The son examines the sword in the dark.
Son: WAIT, THIS IS AMERICAN-MADE. AND LOOK, THERE'S A PICTURE OF SOME FAMILY IN THERE.
The sword (depicted as a small glowing figure raising a weapon): YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF THE SWORD!
Votey:
A bald, scowling man (the father) shouts in close-up.
Father: AND YOU WILL NEVER RECEIVE GREAT GRANPAPA'S AWARD FOR WAR-CRIMES!
Alt text
A four-panel black-and-white-and-color comic. Panel 1: an older balding father in a dark suit hands a sword to his son, saying "Son, I give you this sword, which my father got from his father, who got it from his father." Panel 2: the son, a younger man in a yellow sweater, asks "Where'd the first father get it?" The father answers flatly, "Looting corpses." Panel 3: a grim close-up of the father, who adds "I forget what war, but back then it was fine. They were enemies." Panel 4: in darkness, the son inspects the sword and says "Wait, this is American-made. And look, there's a picture of some family in there." The sword, drawn as a small glowing figure brandishing a weapon, declares "You are not worthy of the sword!" — the heirloom is itself looted war property that now rejects its inheritor. Votey: a bald, furious man shouts in close-up, "And you will never receive Great Granpapa's award for war-crimes!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.