Looks like Bubbles still has that new word in her vocabulary. Who’s Mr. Silvers? I swear he just popped up, maybe he’s a memory parasite from Rick and Morty.
Y’know, just for a moment now, some of the comments (including mine above) disappeared, along with some on yesterday’s strip which I clicked to—but on exiting and reentering, the were back. Is this the problem that’s been plaguing people for a while?
Yeah, I posted a comment reply a couple minutes ago with a question. When it reloaded after that, I saw a bunch I hadn’t seen before, including the answer to my question.
Isn’t anyone else curious just WHO Mr. Silvers was going to call?
I mean, other than Skin Horse, just who is it that you call when you’re surrounded by friendly Killbots and cobras, while what might be the Jersey Devil is outside the door?
He’s surrounded by killer androids, hormonal cobras, mythological monsters, and a (quasi-)mad scientist who thinks schlorping someone’s brains out of their skull is a great weekend. I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t being suspicious.
You tell ’em, Bubbles.
The sixth word!!!!!! 😀
Could someone remind me when Bubbles picked up that sixth word?
Here.
Wow. That was more recent than I thought.
Ah yes, the next part of the highly-anticipated Skin Horse Rebuild Project, Service is (Not) My Only Joy
That… actually describes her part of Mixed-Up Files really well…
Somewhere in New Jersey, there resides a Cell Tower that can only say these four words:
“NO SERVICE FOR YOU.”
(Jaws shark theme) knock! knock! (muffled voice) Pizza delivery!
Yeah, I can picture the Land Shark as an inhabitant of the Skinhorseverse. Fortunately, so is Cyborg Zombie John Belushi.
What about Canadian trapdoor alligators?
Bubbles is made of sass and win.
Of course!
Looks like Bubbles still has that new word in her vocabulary. Who’s Mr. Silvers? I swear he just popped up, maybe he’s a memory parasite from Rick and Morty.
Shelby Silvers … derived from Shel Silverstein? Is this where the sidewalk ends?
So only then do I read Wikipedia and see that “He styled himself as Uncle Shelby in some works.” D’Oh!
He’s from Annex One Maintenance. We met him clear back in Borrowers.
Supposedly she learned “not” some time ago but I don’t remember when.
Tigerlily was involved. Can’t remember the exact strip at the moment.
“Service is *NOT* my only joy”
Can’t recall the exact strip or circumstances, but that was the line.
Here.
Wait, when did she pick up “not”?
Never mind, after I commented the page refreshed and showed me the rest of the thread, including the link.
If you feel that way, “memory parasite” is the one scenario that’s definitively ruled out.
comments?
We are Groot.
Who’s Bubbles calling?
Only.
Nah, she clearly says “not my only”. She’s probably calling *joy*.
Y’know, just for a moment now, some of the comments (including mine above) disappeared, along with some on yesterday’s strip which I clicked to—but on exiting and reentering, the were back. Is this the problem that’s been plaguing people for a while?
Yeah, I posted a comment reply a couple minutes ago with a question. When it reloaded after that, I saw a bunch I hadn’t seen before, including the answer to my question.
The “next” and “last” links disappeared on yesterday’s strip, too. Kinda annoying, but maybe less so than, say, an ingrown toenail.
I’m looking forward to everything that can be done with “is” and “not is”.
That depends on what your definition of “is” is.
Isn’t anyone else curious just WHO Mr. Silvers was going to call?
I mean, other than Skin Horse, just who is it that you call when you’re surrounded by friendly Killbots and cobras, while what might be the Jersey Devil is outside the door?
He’s there for some reason, and into something with somebody else—but is it a betrayal or something a little more hopeful?
Ghostbusters? The X-Files? Batman?
He seems a little suspicious and evasive.
Could he be AnaSigma’s informer? Or does Silvers report directly to Mr. Green?
Or is he the real #1?
He’s surrounded by killer androids, hormonal cobras, mythological monsters, and a (quasi-)mad scientist who thinks schlorping someone’s brains out of their skull is a great weekend. I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t being suspicious.
Hey, he used to work Annex One maintenance, that sounds like a normal day.
Maybe a day a tad on the busy side
No cell phone reception = first step of being trapped in a horror movie.