Out
Original: Out on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1
A young man with flame-like red hair sits in front of a glowing screen, his face lit by it, looking content.
Man: I DON'T HAVE TO GO OUT AND SEE PEOPLE OR PLACES. I CAN CURATE EVERYTHING THAT COMES TO ME.
Caption (below panel, in italics):
"They make a desert, and call it peace."
-Calgacus, Circa 100 AD
Votey:
Close-up on the same man's face in profile, smiling faintly.
Man: I SHOULD JUST READ WEBCOMICS ALL DAY AND BE HAPPY.
A young man with flame-like red hair sits in front of a glowing screen, his face lit by it, looking content.
Man: I DON'T HAVE TO GO OUT AND SEE PEOPLE OR PLACES. I CAN CURATE EVERYTHING THAT COMES TO ME.
Caption (below panel, in italics):
"They make a desert, and call it peace."
-Calgacus, Circa 100 AD
Votey:
Close-up on the same man's face in profile, smiling faintly.
Man: I SHOULD JUST READ WEBCOMICS ALL DAY AND BE HAPPY.
Alt text
A two-part SMBC comic. Main panel: a young man with spiky flame-like red hair sits bathed in the glow of a screen, looking calm and satisfied, saying, "I don't have to go out and see people or places. I can curate everything that comes to me." Below the panel is an italic caption quoting an ancient warning against mistaking isolation for contentment: "They make a desert, and call it peace." — Calgacus, Circa 100 AD. The juxtaposition reframes the man's cozy curated life as a self-made desert. Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of the same man's face in profile, smiling slightly, saying, "I should just read webcomics all day and be happy" — a wink at the reader doing exactly that.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.