He’s got abs!
He’s such a sexy guy!
Then he grabs
His coat and says “Bye!”
Got such strong
Gluteus maximus!
All night long,
Cutie was taxin’ us!
Guy with the awesome pecs
Gave me some awesome sex!
Doin’ me good!
He just zoomed
Off to McMurdo!
We were doomed,
Yeah, from the word go!
He must jump,
Jump to get back to work …
So he’ll dump,
Dump me for Dr. Kirk!
Hair on my head,
”There, there,” it said,
”Girl, he’s no good!”
I’m not entirely sure whose coat that is. If it’s his, then Artie mojo’d a complete wardrobe along with Tip, who was wearing a bit less than this when he arrived.
Or a third arm that talks through a sock puppet. Someone more reliable.
I dunno about this “mojo battle” sequence: I prefer Tip’s mojo when its operation takes place in an understated way. Such blatant and deliberate messing [1] with time, space, and couture is like, to use an example from another talking animal setting, Pinkamena Diana Pie going full Eldritch Abomination.
[1] and how did Artie learn to do it? He’s a genius, but not Mad, and he never showed reality-warping abilities back in Narbonic.
Artie may just be a genius rather than a Mad Genius but remember, his whole life has been taking advantage of Mad Science and Supernatural Rules. Figuring out even arbitrary rules and exploiting them is what he does.
BMunro: Artie was created and rebuilt by a mad genius, and for the rebuilding, seductiveness was explicitly in the specs, so to speak. Tip may be facing an Iron John contest here.
In St. Charlie’s penalty box,
Feelin’ better, ’cause your world he rocks.
But now he’s leaving – such vanity!
He won’t give up on sanity.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m gonna say it again.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
A gerbil stole his mojo this hop.
Yes, McMurdo Station’s his likely next stop.
The marshmallow people will call some cabs.
Don’t try to keep him just for six-pack abs.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m gonna say it again.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m telling you now Vicka, that he’ll see Dr. Kirk.
Forget about him Vicka, ’cause he must be a jerk.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m gonna say it again.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
Oh, oh, no.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I think when saying “You’re thinking with the wrong body part.” It usually doesn’t mean your head vs your hair. oO
If your hair tells you Tip’s no good for you, it’s time for a haircut.
on another note, I sense something funky is about to happen, and not thee smell coming from unites closet.
OH. I thought Fang was telling Tip that Dr. Kirk’s no good for him. That explains Vicka’s final line.
At least his mojo still works! Even if he got knocked off course, that’s useful to be sure of.
No! Mustn’t do that to Fang!
(TUNE: “Legs”, ZZ Top)
He’s got abs!
He’s such a sexy guy!
Then he grabs
His coat and says “Bye!”
Got such strong
Gluteus maximus!
All night long,
Cutie was taxin’ us!
Guy with the awesome pecs
Gave me some awesome sex!
Doin’ me good!
He just zoomed
Off to McMurdo!
We were doomed,
Yeah, from the word go!
He must jump,
Jump to get back to work …
So he’ll dump,
Dump me for Dr. Kirk!
Hair on my head,
”There, there,” it said,
”Girl, he’s no good!”
I’m not entirely sure whose coat that is. If it’s his, then Artie mojo’d a complete wardrobe along with Tip, who was wearing a bit less than this when he arrived.
I don’t think he was there long enough to put out! Looks like he mojo’d in, snagged some clothes, and skedaddled.
Ah, I love ZZ Top – another tune I know!
(/mihk-MUR-doo/)
Fang’s right, Vicka. You need to settle down with a nice boy with a sentient eyeball or something.
Or a third arm that talks through a sock puppet. Someone more reliable.
I dunno about this “mojo battle” sequence: I prefer Tip’s mojo when its operation takes place in an understated way. Such blatant and deliberate messing [1] with time, space, and couture is like, to use an example from another talking animal setting, Pinkamena Diana Pie going full Eldritch Abomination.
[1] and how did Artie learn to do it? He’s a genius, but not Mad, and he never showed reality-warping abilities back in Narbonic.
Artie may just be a genius rather than a Mad Genius but remember, his whole life has been taking advantage of Mad Science and Supernatural Rules. Figuring out even arbitrary rules and exploiting them is what he does.
BMunro: Artie was created and rebuilt by a mad genius, and for the rebuilding, seductiveness was explicitly in the specs, so to speak. Tip may be facing an Iron John contest here.
(Tune: “You’re No Good”, Clint Ballard, Jr.)
In St. Charlie’s penalty box,
Feelin’ better, ’cause your world he rocks.
But now he’s leaving – such vanity!
He won’t give up on sanity.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m gonna say it again.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
A gerbil stole his mojo this hop.
Yes, McMurdo Station’s his likely next stop.
The marshmallow people will call some cabs.
Don’t try to keep him just for six-pack abs.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m gonna say it again.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m telling you now Vicka, that he’ll see Dr. Kirk.
Forget about him Vicka, ’cause he must be a jerk.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
I’m gonna say it again.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
Oh, oh, no.
He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good,
Vicka, he’s no good.
Absolutely. If I’m not better than sanity, I don’t know what is
Ah well. Guys may come and go, but her hair will never leave her.
Not exactly the most comforting thing I’ve ever typed to someone, but “small” is better than “none”.
ps. what i’d have really said is “but i like his hair!”
I love tip’s coat!!!!!