I thought there was something slightly suspect about the forms to transfer ownership of the fortress. Never mind the dualling clause, surely a true Notary would have ensured there was at least a ream of paperwork – so much so that TigerLily would have to reprogram her entire robot army to translate the legalese into comprehensible English or risk being subject to even more unusual clauses (e.g. admitting guilt to a whole bunch of crimes, voluntarily agreeing to be put into the custody of Anasigma or Helen Narbon…)
Nah, a good notary knows that if it can’t be understood by both parties it’s not a valid contract. The proper way to do it is to use plain language but still make it a ream thick. That way you can bury the dagger clauses in the fourth hundred pages that no one would ever bother reading.
Dr. Lee? Don’t smarten Unity up too much, or she’ll realize she can kill you easily right now and get away with doing so (as well as getting away with your semi-still-functioning body)
Me too, Unity.
I thought there was something slightly suspect about the forms to transfer ownership of the fortress. Never mind the dualling clause, surely a true Notary would have ensured there was at least a ream of paperwork – so much so that TigerLily would have to reprogram her entire robot army to translate the legalese into comprehensible English or risk being subject to even more unusual clauses (e.g. admitting guilt to a whole bunch of crimes, voluntarily agreeing to be put into the custody of Anasigma or Helen Narbon…)
Nah, a good notary knows that if it can’t be understood by both parties it’s not a valid contract. The proper way to do it is to use plain language but still make it a ream thick. That way you can bury the dagger clauses in the fourth hundred pages that no one would ever bother reading.
(TUNE: “Come Back To Me” from On A Clear Day You Can See Forever, Burton Lane and Alan Jay Lerner)
Stuck in here all this night,
I just know this ain’t right!
What’s the key to this fight?
Bureaucracy!
Stubborn thoughts, tiny minds
In a group; then one finds
That the strength of our kind’s
Bureaucracy!
In this fight, for the tower,
Hero comes, final hour, with a weapon of pow’r …
It’s all wrong! (Like this song!)
Don’t you see?
Though we’re bashed in the brain,
We must fight through the pain!
‘Cause her funky allure
Is a load of manure!
And our power is pure …
Bu-reau-cra-cy!
Dr. Lee? Don’t smarten Unity up too much, or she’ll realize she can kill you easily right now and get away with doing so (as well as getting away with your semi-still-functioning body)
I blame the hair.
mnem
I ALWAYS blame the hair. And you’d be surprised how often I’m right.
Anybody else get a cold chill when Dr. Lee started talking like this?
that could have more than one meaning
Thinking on that last panel; doesn’t that phrasing sound like the start of a zombie army?