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Nantucket

Original: Nantucket on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Man with flame-like red hair and beard: I love limericks because while they're funny, they express truths we're scared to bare to ourselves.
Woman with dark hair (red shirt): No they don't.

Panel 2 (the two of them walking together):
Red-haired man: Like the one about the man from Nantucket, which is really a fable about the danger of pursuing immediate positive feedback over genuine contentment. It perfectly anticipates the alienation of the social media era.
Dark-haired woman: No it doesn't.

Panel 3 (close-up of the two faces):
(no dialogue)

Panel 4:
Red-haired man (reciting, arms spread): There once was a man from Nantucket whose dick was so long he could suck it. This small private pleasure displaced friendship forever, now he thinks he's found joy, but he chucked it!

Panel 5:
Dark-haired woman: That's not how it goes.
Red-haired man: There's a follow-up about the man from Cape Cod, who spent his life in comparisons, never finding himself.

Panel 6:
Dark-haired woman: Due to his enormous rod, I take it.

Panel 7 (silhouettes of the two figures, the man with arms raised):
Red-haired man: That phallus, so boss... was his soul's albatross.

Votey:
Red-haired man (small profile face shown): Also that barmaid from Gale should be appreciated for her forward-thinking views on disability.

Alt text

A seven-panel comic. A red-haired, bearded man and a dark-haired woman in a red shirt walk together through a grassy outdoor landscape. He earnestly argues that limericks express deep truths, citing the man-from-Nantucket limerick as a fable about pursuing immediate positive feedback over genuine contentment and anticipating social-media-era alienation. She flatly replies 'No they don't' and 'No it doesn't.' He recites an elaborate, moralizing version of the bawdy limerick: 'There once was a man from Nantucket whose dick was so long he could suck it. This small private pleasure displaced friendship forever, now he thinks he's found joy, but he chucked it!' She says 'That's not how it goes.' He invents a follow-up about a man from Cape Cod who spent his life in comparisons; she deadpans 'Due to his enormous rod, I take it.' In the final panel the two are shown as black silhouettes against a white background, the man with arms raised, declaring 'That phallus, so boss... was his soul's albatross.' Votey (aftercomic): a small profile drawing of the bearded man's face as he adds, 'Also that barmaid from Gale should be appreciated for her forward-thinking views on disability.'

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.