Given some of the things mad geniuses came back from in this strip’s predecessor, coming back from being eaten by dogs doesn’t seem all that unreasonable, really. But still, pretty sure this is shenanigans here.
How many times did out MC get revived/killed? There was zombie head, robot body, cloned body, cyber body… honestly we should just be glad he came back with a normal body.
Oooh, come to think of it, didn’t Doctor Narbon meet a couple of spectacularly gory “deaths”? In this universe, you can probably pick up “Faking Your Death: a Guide for the Insane” at your local library.
tune: “Matchmaker, Matchmaker,” Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick, Fiddler on the Roof, 1964
Gallbladder, gallbladder, I scarfed it down
It was delish, I went to town
We shared your body, but first I made sure
That I got the gallbladder
You were our Captain, our papa, our dear
Taught us to kill, taught us to fear
We honored you in the way we knew best
By filling your last request
For Jellybean, arm and elbow
For Buddy, your whole scalp and hairstyle
For Sparkle, bones full of marrow
But I wanted something a-brim with bile
Gallbladder, gallbladder, how can it be
There’s nothing else missing from thee
You were digested, then pooped on the ground
So tell me my dear
Why are you here?
Even the Mad
Can’t rebuild Dad
SO HOW ARE YOU STILL AROUND!!!!!?????
To the tune of “If I Only Had a Brain” (Arlen and Harburg)
I’d spread mayhem in the summer, be a mad up-and-comer
and rule the world by fall.
Why I could make New Zealand,
a paradise like Cleveland
If I only had the gall.
I’d be an aficionado of a deadly avacado
a great ape in my thrall.
In my rootbeer I would double,
the volume of the bubbles
If I only had the gall.
I would scoff at the rules of those instituted fools
and I would show them all.
I would spend my time a chortlin’,
midst my sled dogs cavortin’
If I only had the gall!
Considering that this is the dog who didn’t get sick of the taste of tequila after having drunken an entire kiddy pool full of it, I don’t doubt that they may have liked it.
Well, I thought maybe it’s a set-up, that they [whoever “they” are] know she’s some spy operating a drone and they’re trying to crack her to learn more. But from the “less hairy” line, I’m not so sure.
They know exactly who she is. Otherwise they wouldn’t have thrown her old creator at her. Goldbug told Nick to put Sweetheart back on when he tried taking her place.
Whoever or whatever he is, this whole place is part of Goldbug’s overall scheme, designed as another cure: by treating the mad scientist to spas, nice dinners, old friends, etc, it’ll change them. Don’t know what effect it’ll have on the relatively sane Sweetheart.
I have a wild-assed guess; Goldbug is playing an artificial reality just for Sweetheart, having intercepted the signal between Sweetheart and the drone.
This keeps Sweetheart (and by extension the rest of the crew) busy, and meanwhile Goldbug can make all the mischief he/she/they/it wants to using the drone inside the institute.
So all this is about as real as Nick’s apartment full of take-out food and badass video gear was.
Lost: one gall bladder, described as delicious
last seen surrounded by hungry genetically engineered dogs
Reward
Not responsible for injuries sustained while retrieving item from said dogs.
Given some of the things mad geniuses came back from in this strip’s predecessor, coming back from being eaten by dogs doesn’t seem all that unreasonable, really. But still, pretty sure this is shenanigans here.
How many times did out MC get revived/killed? There was zombie head, robot body, cloned body, cyber body… honestly we should just be glad he came back with a normal body.
Oooh, come to think of it, didn’t Doctor Narbon meet a couple of spectacularly gory “deaths”? In this universe, you can probably pick up “Faking Your Death: a Guide for the Insane” at your local library.
This sounds a titch more like the T-1000 reconstituting itself.
Yeah, which is really weird and unlikely for someone shown to specialise in external creations…..
With some fava beans and a nice chianti?
Please, these were genetically engineered attack dogs.
They would have put a fried egg on top with spring water in a nice bowl on the side.
tune: “Matchmaker, Matchmaker,” Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick, Fiddler on the Roof, 1964
Gallbladder, gallbladder, I scarfed it down
It was delish, I went to town
We shared your body, but first I made sure
That I got the gallbladder
You were our Captain, our papa, our dear
Taught us to kill, taught us to fear
We honored you in the way we knew best
By filling your last request
For Jellybean, arm and elbow
For Buddy, your whole scalp and hairstyle
For Sparkle, bones full of marrow
But I wanted something a-brim with bile
Gallbladder, gallbladder, how can it be
There’s nothing else missing from thee
You were digested, then pooped on the ground
So tell me my dear
Why are you here?
Even the Mad
Can’t rebuild Dad
SO HOW ARE YOU STILL AROUND!!!!!?????
To the tune of “If I Only Had a Brain” (Arlen and Harburg)
I’d spread mayhem in the summer, be a mad up-and-comer
and rule the world by fall.
Why I could make New Zealand,
a paradise like Cleveland
If I only had the gall.
I’d be an aficionado of a deadly avacado
a great ape in my thrall.
In my rootbeer I would double,
the volume of the bubbles
If I only had the gall.
I would scoff at the rules of those instituted fools
and I would show them all.
I would spend my time a chortlin’,
midst my sled dogs cavortin’
If I only had the gall!
Hah. Captain faked his death to get away from his needy pack.
When what they need is your delicious flesh, you’d have to be mad not to!
Cough. Cough.
Gall bladders are loaded with bile, and bile is very bitter. “Delicious” and “gall bladder” don’t really go together.
Might for a dog….
Considering that this is the dog who didn’t get sick of the taste of tequila after having drunken an entire kiddy pool full of it, I don’t doubt that they may have liked it.
This has got to be a trick. C’mon, you can rebound from being eaten by dogs but not tennis elbow?
It IS a trick! He is LYING! He has NO tennis elbow!
Something doesn’t seem right about this
Well, I thought maybe it’s a set-up, that they [whoever “they” are] know she’s some spy operating a drone and they’re trying to crack her to learn more. But from the “less hairy” line, I’m not so sure.
They know exactly who she is. Otherwise they wouldn’t have thrown her old creator at her. Goldbug told Nick to put Sweetheart back on when he tried taking her place.
Whoever or whatever he is, this whole place is part of Goldbug’s overall scheme, designed as another cure: by treating the mad scientist to spas, nice dinners, old friends, etc, it’ll change them. Don’t know what effect it’ll have on the relatively sane Sweetheart.
I have a wild-assed guess; Goldbug is playing an artificial reality just for Sweetheart, having intercepted the signal between Sweetheart and the drone.
This keeps Sweetheart (and by extension the rest of the crew) busy, and meanwhile Goldbug can make all the mischief he/she/they/it wants to using the drone inside the institute.
So all this is about as real as Nick’s apartment full of take-out food and badass video gear was.
Bear, I was having thoughts along those lines myself. There are still lots of other things that could be going on, but yeah, this smells fairly fishy.
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