I was going to object that Nick is a pacifist, but as he recently demonstrated, he’s fine with shooting the baddies as long as he doesn’t actually kill them. I assume he’d therefore be okay with using his human body to punch them, if they’re the sort of baddies where that’s likely to work.
No, they’re still here. Why do you think Jonah is still wearing a Black Ops Softball t-shirt, and Nera is wearing what appears to be Unity’s hoodie? And Jonah is eating expired Spaghetti-Os? Okay, don’t answer that â it’s not that abnormal for Jonah to eat expired food, and even I would wear a Black Ops Softball t-shirt if I had one. But they really are still on board.
And maybe Tip is getting the squeegee for them, since he knew right where to find it. Besides, there had to be some setup for Tip to accidentally see Nick and Virginia making out. Maybe he went to the supply closet for something else entirely, and simply asked for the squeegee because it was right there in front.
Hitty is connected to, and partly powering, the entire building, but she is still capable of disconnecting herself (with some help) and functioning on her own. The building just can’t function without her.
He was a captain. That’s the highest company grade officer in the Army, so he had to be able to make independent decisions in the field and order his subordinates.
I’d accept that as a consequence of his commission, if he were a Marine*. But as an Army Officer, especially one in a non-combat field, training outside his specialty is not required.
*”All Marines Are Riflemen First”. They may have a new, PC term to use instead of “Riflemen”; I’ll check with the next mermaid I see. But the point is that when the excrement hits the portable air-circulation device, hand *any* (barring retirement for disability) thirteen Marines a rifle and they’ll do as well most one and a half Army infantry squads*.
*Not our fault the Army thinks two fire teams are enough for a squad. Drop it down to nine marines if you want to compare them to a single Army squad.
Weâre back in the closet again.
Just a girlfriend with a friend.
Where we do a dirty deed
To fulfill our lusty need.
Back in the closet again.
Ridinâ ourselves once more.
Hopinâ no one opens the door.
Itâs a comedown from airflight,
With our options kind of slight.
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh!
Let us have a go!
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay!
Goinâ all the way.
Back in the closet again.
Weâre back in the closet again.
Ready to ascend and transcend.
With our make-out to equip
Dealt a blow from nosy Tip.
Back in the closet again.
Havinâ a quick explore.
Workinâ the parts we adore.
But before weâre in bare skin,
Someone could just walk right in.
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-ouch!
Couldnât find a couch!
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-yeek!
Cominâ to the peak!
Back in the closet again.
—from “Back in the Saddle Again,” Gene Autry / Ray Whitley. (I’m sure I parodied it before, but what the hell.)
All the disco ballrooms and offices in Annex One, and that’s the best they could come up with?
Hey, it’s a bucket list item!
The closet had a squeegee.
Perhaps Tip should find a different squeegee.
I’m mostly impressed Nick and hold Virginia up, although I suppose they might’ve added some ‘boosts’ when they cloned his body.
You know. For SCIENCE! reasons. Not just because Virginia wanted him to be able to carry her in his arms.
There is precedent for that in the Narboniverse.
They’re working their way from Tip’s desk to the trampoline đ
Hey, I’m just pointing out that a great love like theirs requires a great setting. You know, like a bed.
They may have started there. Now they’ve got the munchies and are working their way toward the kitchen.
Couples usually don’t get into thrillseeking like this until much later.
Couples who meet at their workplace often start out in a supply closet. But it’s generally out of expediency.
This seems more like a fantasy bucket list kind of thing. They already did the office desk. The break room is probably next.
They could try the basement, and the silverfish could sing romantic arias while they make out…
When you start out in the Mile High Club, it kind of sets a tone for the relationship.
It was specifically Tip’s office desk.
Office supply closets have a certain charm. Trust me.
So does the stockroom at McDonald’s.
Actually, I wouldn’t call it “charm” so much as the thrill of potentially getting caught (by the wrong person).
Nick and Virginia *are* fighters! They’re just fighters who have their priorities straight…
I was going to object that Nick is a pacifist, but as he recently demonstrated, he’s fine with shooting the baddies as long as he doesn’t actually kill them. I assume he’d therefore be okay with using his human body to punch them, if they’re the sort of baddies where that’s likely to work.
What does Tip need a squeegee for?
Maybe for the Smuckers splotches on the window?
That was at Jonah and Nera’s place in Philly, not Annex One.
Jonah and Nera are on Annex One.
Then it should be them cleaning the jelly off the windows, not Tip.
I thought they went home.
No, they’re still here. Why do you think Jonah is still wearing a Black Ops Softball t-shirt, and Nera is wearing what appears to be Unity’s hoodie? And Jonah is eating expired Spaghetti-Os? Okay, don’t answer that â it’s not that abnormal for Jonah to eat expired food, and even I would wear a Black Ops Softball t-shirt if I had one. But they really are still on board.
And maybe Tip is getting the squeegee for them, since he knew right where to find it. Besides, there had to be some setup for Tip to accidentally see Nick and Virginia making out. Maybe he went to the supply closet for something else entirely, and simply asked for the squeegee because it was right there in front.
The other joke is âSorry, we need itâ
From the expression on Tip’s face in the last panel, he may need a self-help session with the therapy puppets.
Oh please, like Tip hasn’t been on the other side of that situation before. He’s just surprised at the participants involved.
Oh, I agree. I think Tip would’ve been less surprised to find himself in the closet with Virginia!
Life moves pretty fast, Tip. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Wha..? Oh snap it just went by!
Thank you, Mister Bueller. ^_^
Could’a been Hitty and Moustachio in there…
Nah, they’d never fit into a little supply closet.
I could be mis-remembering, but isn’t Hitty currently the entire building?
She’s gotta be plugged into it somewhere.
Hitty is connected to, and partly powering, the entire building, but she is still capable of disconnecting herself (with some help) and functioning on her own. The building just can’t function without her.
Sweetheart you want to turn people into fighters you need to find a drill sargent or somebody Tip was trained to follow orders not give them out.
He was a captain. That’s the highest company grade officer in the Army, so he had to be able to make independent decisions in the field and order his subordinates.
Tip was trained as a fighter. So he’s reasonably qualified to train other fighters.
I’d accept that as a consequence of his commission, if he were a Marine*. But as an Army Officer, especially one in a non-combat field, training outside his specialty is not required.
*”All Marines Are Riflemen First”. They may have a new, PC term to use instead of “Riflemen”; I’ll check with the next mermaid I see. But the point is that when the excrement hits the portable air-circulation device, hand *any* (barring retirement for disability) thirteen Marines a rifle and they’ll do as well most one and a half Army infantry squads*.
*Not our fault the Army thinks two fire teams are enough for a squad. Drop it down to nine marines if you want to compare them to a single Army squad.
He was in combat. He wasn’t an Army shrink.
Do you have a reference? The Cast page is ambiguous…
He dragged three members of his unit out of a burning Humvee. An Army shrink generally isn’t part of a unit, and wouldn’t be likely to be traveling around in a Humvee with them.
Weâre back in the closet again.
Just a girlfriend with a friend.
Where we do a dirty deed
To fulfill our lusty need.
Back in the closet again.
Ridinâ ourselves once more.
Hopinâ no one opens the door.
Itâs a comedown from airflight,
With our options kind of slight.
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh!
Let us have a go!
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay!
Goinâ all the way.
Back in the closet again.
Weâre back in the closet again.
Ready to ascend and transcend.
With our make-out to equip
Dealt a blow from nosy Tip.
Back in the closet again.
Havinâ a quick explore.
Workinâ the parts we adore.
But before weâre in bare skin,
Someone could just walk right in.
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-ouch!
Couldnât find a couch!
Back in the closet again.
Whoopi-ty-aye-yeek!
Cominâ to the peak!
Back in the closet again.
—from “Back in the Saddle Again,” Gene Autry / Ray Whitley. (I’m sure I parodied it before, but what the hell.)
Really. Really. Really good!
… but I was hoping that you’d work “squeegee” in.
Such a great word.
I tried, but it never quite fit.
A few days late, but Jonah saw this coming and found it hilarious.
I was trawling the comment to see if someone would mention the squeegee.