More seriously, with Tip’s fondness for fancy outfits the semiautomatic is the safer choice – both the cylinder and (depending on the design) hammer on a revolver could snag on draw, while the more slender design of the semiauto can be slipped out without difficulty.
At first I was afraid, I was terrified.
But then I trained so many times I had my foolish pride.
I worked my butt off at the office thinking how I could prolong,
I got along,
And I could figure right from wrong.
And now I’m here, some other place,
I just saw that there’s no makeup I can put upon my face.
I cannot get my gloss or powder,
I cannot stop to moisturize.
If I could think beyond my fingertips,
I’d have my own supplies.
Go on now look, inside that store,
I need some pancake,
So I can cover up my pores.
I am the man who isn’t like most other males.
Did they think I’d crack up?
Did they think I couldn’t do my nails?
Oh, no, not I!
I will survive!
Oh, as long as I can find cosmetics,
I know I can grow and thrive.
I’ve got all my skills to use,
I’ve got nothing left to lose,
And I’ll survive,
I will survive,
Hey, hey!
Which means that, freed from the crystal tyranny, the silverfish are once more free to create their grand operas, telling the tale of the end of all things through the ages to the children of forgotten mankind.
There are potentially two such: the alternate timeline in Narbonic, and one of the ones Sergio finds while messing with his own past. ‘Mell becoming POTUS’ may be a situation that history tends to gravitate towards.
I’m quite certain main-universe Mell is involved in starting the New War, in any case.
Well, apparently Mendoza was right about the world having ended, so he’s batting 250! (Of course, this will be reduced if there turns out to be no York Steakhouse).
Y’know, a surprising amount of the Narbonimultiverse seems to consist of realities where the protagonists destroyed the world.
…you know, I hadn’t noticed that.
Then again, they’re protagonists because important things happen to them and there are so many ways to fail.
Aww, the axolotls are tailing him
Wait, wher–
Oh, in the doorway. How cute.
Bang bang, into the room… >;)
When did Tip start carrying a semiauto pistol instead of his revolver?
…Surely you don’t expect him to have the same gun for every outfit?
You’re right. I just can’t see the revolver working with those shoes.
And the artist has admitted difficulties with firearms. Their depiction, not sure about their use.
I don’t know; maybe with the right holster, something in a 1940’s retro design. Good thing she’s not wearing Cuban heels, though.
More seriously, with Tip’s fondness for fancy outfits the semiautomatic is the safer choice – both the cylinder and (depending on the design) hammer on a revolver could snag on draw, while the more slender design of the semiauto can be slipped out without difficulty.
Very true, plus the possible increase in magazine capacity would come in handy.
He’ll just have to loot a generic brand of conditioner from the supermarket…
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
From—well, duh!—“I Will Survive,” Gloria Gaynor.
At first I was afraid, I was terrified.
But then I trained so many times I had my foolish pride.
I worked my butt off at the office thinking how I could prolong,
I got along,
And I could figure right from wrong.
And now I’m here, some other place,
I just saw that there’s no makeup I can put upon my face.
I cannot get my gloss or powder,
I cannot stop to moisturize.
If I could think beyond my fingertips,
I’d have my own supplies.
Go on now look, inside that store,
I need some pancake,
So I can cover up my pores.
I am the man who isn’t like most other males.
Did they think I’d crack up?
Did they think I couldn’t do my nails?
Oh, no, not I!
I will survive!
Oh, as long as I can find cosmetics,
I know I can grow and thrive.
I’ve got all my skills to use,
I’ve got nothing left to lose,
And I’ll survive,
I will survive,
Hey, hey!
Excellent!
Thank you.
Does this mean the basement crystals survived?
Depends. The apocalypse tends to be pretty loud.
Which means that, freed from the crystal tyranny, the silverfish are once more free to create their grand operas, telling the tale of the end of all things through the ages to the children of forgotten mankind.
Could this be the alternative reality where President Kelly is in charge?
There are potentially two such: the alternate timeline in Narbonic, and one of the ones Sergio finds while messing with his own past. ‘Mell becoming POTUS’ may be a situation that history tends to gravitate towards.
I’m quite certain main-universe Mell is involved in starting the New War, in any case.
Do you mean Dave?
I’m surprised no one has written a filk based on either the old “Bang, Bang (he shot me down)” or the newer “Bang, Bang”.
You must’ve missed it. Here’s mine from a couple months ago: Hitty is the central character.
With Robot Heaven out of reach.
Hitty stepped into the breach.
We were rescued, we were free,
Smuggled out by Doctor Lee.
Wam wam, an internship.
Wam wam, I let it rip.
Wam wam, I do equip.
Wam wam, I want an internship.
Staff position came along.
Showed them Hitty very strong.
Skin Horse office worth a blow,
And closer to Moustachio
Wam wam, an internship.
Wam wam, I let it rip.
Wam wam, I do equip.
Wam wam, I want an internship.
Out of normal comfort range,
Hitty find it massive strange,
Hitty put on best-face gloss
For interview by Skin Horse boss.
She saw that Hitty pounded well,
And learned that Hitty knew Excel.
Wam wam, an internship.
Wam wam, I let it rip.
Wam wam, I do equip.
Wam wam, I want an internship.
It is memorable, so I must be losing my mind. Thanks for the re-post.
Just a matter of seconds to remember, copy, and post.
Well, apparently Mendoza was right about the world having ended, so he’s batting 250! (Of course, this will be reduced if there turns out to be no York Steakhouse).