Since Our Heroes were once lead by a sentient swarm, wouldn’t they be the “bee” team? Jonah and Nera are just in a different honeycomb at the edge of the field, so to speak.
It’s a bad time for Tip to tarry,
It’s a bad time, we know.
It’s a bad time for Tip to tarry,
When the safe house proximo.
Farewell to Nick Zerhakker,
Greetings, Jonah Yu.
It’s a bad time for Tip to tarry,
It’s one big snafu.
Aha! Mr. Green is named for the color of his skin! Bummer of an extended multiverse for an Earthling to live in though. At least the licensing should be cheaper.
`Show me,’ he said.
The shadowy shape of a bird spread its wings and rose
into the air near him. Darkness engulfed the bridge. Dim
lights danced briefly in the black eyes of the bird as, deep in
its instructional address space, bracket after bracket was
finally closing, if clauses were finally ending, repeat loops halting,
recursive functions calling themselves for the last few times.
Isn’t that Shelby’s car?
Hmm… Nera is driving. Maybe she finally got her own car.
Yu needs his own theme song. Preferably with electric guitars.
Is that Dio album still in the glove box?
Friends who can foresee when it would be a very convenient time to show up are worth a lot of personality quirks.
Well here come the B-team.
I thought the entire *strip* was about the B team?
(Would Plasma Adam et al have counted as better, though; *there’s* a question…)
Here comes the C-team then.
If you’re in trouble, if other people could help only they’re not answering your calls, and you don’t need to find them, they’ll find you…
Since Our Heroes were once lead by a sentient swarm, wouldn’t they be the “bee” team? Jonah and Nera are just in a different honeycomb at the edge of the field, so to speak.
Yay! And Jonah’s theme, much to his eternal regret, is no doubt “My Name Is Jonah.”
“His name is Jonah, he was a flamer, but that was several years ago, and now he’ll have another go…”
That’s the best part of seeing the future, letting you set up perfectly-timed punchlines.
It’s a bad time for Tip to tarry,
It’s a bad time, we know.
It’s a bad time for Tip to tarry,
When the safe house proximo.
Farewell to Nick Zerhakker,
Greetings, Jonah Yu.
It’s a bad time for Tip to tarry,
It’s one big snafu.
—from “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary,” various.
My goodness, we are heading toward some kind of grand Skin Horse confluence, aren’t we….
Aha! Mr. Green is named for the color of his skin! Bummer of an extended multiverse for an Earthling to live in though. At least the licensing should be cheaper.
`Show me,’ he said.
The shadowy shape of a bird spread its wings and rose
into the air near him. Darkness engulfed the bridge. Dim
lights danced briefly in the black eyes of the bird as, deep in
its instructional address space, bracket after bracket was
finally closing, if clauses were finally ending, repeat loops halting,
recursive functions calling themselves for the last few times.
Could we be heading for…THE GRAND FINALE?
(And my fingernails are only barely long enough for gnawing!)
On our way, looks like. Baron Mistycorn still has to put in his cameo appearance.
Is it just me, or is this strip in much higher definition than most of the others? Looks great!