Last
Original: Last on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A person wearing a Santa hat grins triumphantly with teeth bared, raising a clenched fist as if having just crushed something in it.
Person: I HAVE DESTROYED YOU LAST OF YOUR KIND. YOUR LINE DIES IN MY HAND!
Panel 2 (captioned "EARLIER..."):
A street scene at night, two people standing on a snowy sidewalk in front of a building. The person on the left (a man in a dark coat) speaks to a shorter person on the right (in a pink coat and hat).
Man: DID YOU KNOW TWO SNOWFLAKES ARE NEVER EXACTLY ALIKE?
Other person: WOW, REALLY?
Votey:
A close-up of a smiling child's face, with a speech bubble above.
Child: ISN'T IT NEAT HOW MERE EXISTENCE IS AN ACT OF DESTRUCTION?
A person wearing a Santa hat grins triumphantly with teeth bared, raising a clenched fist as if having just crushed something in it.
Person: I HAVE DESTROYED YOU LAST OF YOUR KIND. YOUR LINE DIES IN MY HAND!
Panel 2 (captioned "EARLIER..."):
A street scene at night, two people standing on a snowy sidewalk in front of a building. The person on the left (a man in a dark coat) speaks to a shorter person on the right (in a pink coat and hat).
Man: DID YOU KNOW TWO SNOWFLAKES ARE NEVER EXACTLY ALIKE?
Other person: WOW, REALLY?
Votey:
A close-up of a smiling child's face, with a speech bubble above.
Child: ISN'T IT NEAT HOW MERE EXISTENCE IS AN ACT OF DESTRUCTION?
Alt text
A two-panel comic. Panel 1: a close-up of a person in a Santa hat grinning maniacally with a raised clenched fist, shouting, "I have destroyed you last of your kind. Your line dies in my hand!" Panel 2, labeled "EARLIER...", shows a calm nighttime street scene where a man in a dark coat tells a smaller companion in pink, "Did you know two snowflakes are never exactly alike?" and they reply, "Wow, really?" The joke: catching and melting a single unique snowflake means wiping out the last of its kind. Votey aftercomic: a close-up of a smiling child saying, "Isn't it neat how mere existence is an act of destruction?"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.