Mustard
Original: Mustard on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man (with flame-like / spiky hair, gesturing emphatically): "DUDE, COULD YOU PASS ME THE I'VE NEVER GOTTEN OVER ROGER AND NEVER LOVED YOU AND I SEE EACH SEXUAL ENCOUNTER AS A KIND OF ROMANTIC ABSOLUTION FOR THE FULL LOVE I'VE DENIED YOU AS I LONG NIGHT AFTER NIGHT FOR HIS BODY — OH GOD I MEANT TO SAY MUSTARD!"
Two women seated at the table react with shocked, open-mouthed expressions.
Caption below the panel: "It was the greatest Freudian slip of all time."
Votey:
Thought/speech bubble from the woman (now drawn alone, looking down): "BUT THERE ISN'T ANY MUSTARD."
Man (with flame-like / spiky hair, gesturing emphatically): "DUDE, COULD YOU PASS ME THE I'VE NEVER GOTTEN OVER ROGER AND NEVER LOVED YOU AND I SEE EACH SEXUAL ENCOUNTER AS A KIND OF ROMANTIC ABSOLUTION FOR THE FULL LOVE I'VE DENIED YOU AS I LONG NIGHT AFTER NIGHT FOR HIS BODY — OH GOD I MEANT TO SAY MUSTARD!"
Two women seated at the table react with shocked, open-mouthed expressions.
Caption below the panel: "It was the greatest Freudian slip of all time."
Votey:
Thought/speech bubble from the woman (now drawn alone, looking down): "BUT THERE ISN'T ANY MUSTARD."
Alt text
A single-panel comic at a dinner table. A man with flame-like spiky hair gestures dramatically while saying what should be a simple request to pass the mustard, but his words come out as a massive run-on confession: "Dude, could you pass me the I've never gotten over Roger and never loved you and I see each sexual encounter as a kind of romantic absolution for the full love I've denied you as I long night after night for his body — oh god I meant to say MUSTARD!" Two women at the table stare back in open-mouthed shock. The caption reads: "It was the greatest Freudian slip of all time." Votey (aftercomic): one of the women, drawn alone in a simple line-art style and looking down, deflates the moment with a deadpan reply: "But there isn't any mustard."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.