Not because they won’t let you, as certain tropes would have you believe, but because a Shadow Government job leaves you largely unsuited for doing anything else.
After working for a city government for 10 years, my joke was that after 5 years you weren’t fit for work in the private sector, after 10 you weren’t fit for work period. I’ve now been there 25 years.
When a promising rookie would comment about feeling frustrated by our organization, I would smile and say in an Amityville Horror whisper, “get…out…” Specifically, before starting a family and/or a mortgage.
Those dead-end projects at D of I
Means that Chris has had it and he’s sayin’ goodbye,
He’s movin’ on,
He’s rollin’ on.
He’s been given a shove, so no more shadow gov,
He’s movin’ on.
There’s more than a better health plan at stake,
So he’s biddin’ farewell and he’s makin’ a break,
He’s movin’ on,
He’ll soon be gone.
No more trouble and strife, no more riskin’ his life,
He’s movin’ on.
No more working for creatures so abnormal
Since his organs, he says, aren’t tasty at all
He’s movin’ on,
They done him wrong,
He never can win when the agents butt in,
So he’s movin’ on.
He’s real depressed and he’s singin’ the blues,
Now that Marcie’s taken to applyin’ tattoos,
He’s movin’ on,
He’ll sing this song,
He’ll set out to die in a suit and a tie.
But he’s movin’ on.
—from “I’m Movin’ On,” Hank Snow. (Once he said “I’m moving on,” I just had to do it.)
I think it’s a valid question for an agency that serves non-human sapients, many of them carnivores. You don’t want to put the extra tasty ones on field work, at least not without training on safety.
Okay, he’s met U.N.I.T.Y., he should know that it doesn’t matter what he answers, she will try to nom him at some point. The only ways out of it are daily baths in extra-strength horseradish or pointing out someone tastier.
And the horseradish is only about 50% effective anyway.
So, is the last frame supposed to be a flashback?
Funnier if it’s not, right?
Yeah, I’m going for Gilligan Cut.
Hi, I’m the hyperlink repairman. Don’t mind me.
“…and two indicating ‘actively disgusting,’ and three indicating ‘poisonous to undead forms.’ One was actually the worst one for you to choose.”
Send the not tasty at all guy, he’s in least danger of being eaten alive.
Taste isn’t everything – think of all the great exercise your jaws would get!
Gilligan cut!
Is the “Gilligan cut” a version of “I’m not gonna dress up like a girl. You can’t make me you can’t make me,” followed by him dressed up like a girl?
It’s what tvtropes call that particular trope.
You can’t quit the Shadow Government.
Not because they won’t let you, as certain tropes would have you believe, but because a Shadow Government job leaves you largely unsuited for doing anything else.
Also they have a good dental plan
Mandatory organ doner card though
Rather like the military combat arms.
After working for a city government for 10 years, my joke was that after 5 years you weren’t fit for work in the private sector, after 10 you weren’t fit for work period. I’ve now been there 25 years.
When a promising rookie would comment about feeling frustrated by our organization, I would smile and say in an Amityville Horror whisper, “get…out…” Specifically, before starting a family and/or a mortgage.
Sheesh, they’ll be asking about “the quality of his liver and pancreas,” next.
Find out what health insurance they offer…
“One One? You mean an Eleven? Okay, just mark you down as “lunch for next Tuesday'”
Wouldn’t the flavor depend greatly on how the organs are prepared?
Some prefer a more natural seasoning, but then his emotional state would effect that to some extent
Sometimes I get the feeling that the best sort of tvtropes.org link is the broken sort.
Panel 4 seems like something which should definitely be in Dr Engelbright’s wheelhouse, though.
Those dead-end projects at D of I
Means that Chris has had it and he’s sayin’ goodbye,
He’s movin’ on,
He’s rollin’ on.
He’s been given a shove, so no more shadow gov,
He’s movin’ on.
There’s more than a better health plan at stake,
So he’s biddin’ farewell and he’s makin’ a break,
He’s movin’ on,
He’ll soon be gone.
No more trouble and strife, no more riskin’ his life,
He’s movin’ on.
No more working for creatures so abnormal
Since his organs, he says, aren’t tasty at all
He’s movin’ on,
They done him wrong,
He never can win when the agents butt in,
So he’s movin’ on.
He’s real depressed and he’s singin’ the blues,
Now that Marcie’s taken to applyin’ tattoos,
He’s movin’ on,
He’ll sing this song,
He’ll set out to die in a suit and a tie.
But he’s movin’ on.
—from “I’m Movin’ On,” Hank Snow. (Once he said “I’m moving on,” I just had to do it.)
Helen flashbacks anyone?
I think it’s a valid question for an agency that serves non-human sapients, many of them carnivores. You don’t want to put the extra tasty ones on field work, at least not without training on safety.
“Internal”. Oh, well.
OK, who let Unity contribute to the interview process?
Okay, he’s met U.N.I.T.Y., he should know that it doesn’t matter what he answers, she will try to nom him at some point. The only ways out of it are daily baths in extra-strength horseradish or pointing out someone tastier.
And the horseradish is only about 50% effective anyway.
Nobody should have the right to refuse to potentially save other people’s lives anyway.
Being a an official Notary Public, Unity probably gets a say in the final draft of the HR forms, hence the above question.