I was thinking more of not taking all reasonable precautions to prevent damage. In this case, Artie appears to be keeping explosives in his home, and not taking steps to prevent them from detonating.
The fact that two government contractors were present when it exploded doesn’t make Artie’s position better.
O.K., but would Artie want ant of those frilly dresses? He presents as rather butch, and appears to be larger and more muscular than Tip. Maybe the Irradiation dude has some extra pants and cool t-shirts. I bet Marcie wouldn’t mind a cat whose shedded fur would match her hair…
In philosophical terms, nothing I had was really mine so I didn’t really lose anything. In practical terms, everything I had is now gone. Being philosophical about it isn’t really helping all that much.
Depends on the strength of the cat carrier. If it too is the product of Mad Science and made of Unobtainium alloy the horrible denouement might resemble Play-Doh…
One would hope his chewing block and favorite cushion were in a safe deposit box somewhere else.
Freedom’s just another word for “nothing left to lose” …
Well Artie, this is why you don’t leave your unstable quantum wavefront experiments lying around for just anyone to find! >_>
That’s exactly why you *do* leave said experiments lying around – in case any unwanted guests show up.
Take it from the insurance company. That’s why you don’t leave things like that lying around.
I’m sorry, what’s the insurance company going to try here, “act of god”? This is clearly breaking and entering gone quite wrong.
I was thinking more of not taking all reasonable precautions to prevent damage. In this case, Artie appears to be keeping explosives in his home, and not taking steps to prevent them from detonating.
The fact that two government contractors were present when it exploded doesn’t make Artie’s position better.
Sorry, that should be “If any government contractors were present…”. Echo Bravo doesn’t seem to be the expendable type.
I sort of get the impression that A-Sig thinks of Echo Bravo as precisely the expendable type, and they just keep failing to expend him.
Artie was keeping an unstable quantum waveform experiment in his home. While it can (obviously) explode, it is not “explosives”.
Yes, but now he no longer has any milk or cookies to greet them with! And I’m pretty sure his chocolate cake is now a lost cause. T_T
Can he resume his human form at will? He’ll need pants. Maybe Tip likes cats. He has a good wardrobe.
O.K., but would Artie want ant of those frilly dresses? He presents as rather butch, and appears to be larger and more muscular than Tip. Maybe the Irradiation dude has some extra pants and cool t-shirts. I bet Marcie wouldn’t mind a cat whose shedded fur would match her hair…
At this point, Tip has a very limited wardrobe. He traded the whole thing for that one Tremontino suit.
Didn’t the zombies provide him with some new clothes?
I don’t recall offhand, but even if they did, his wardrobe would still be very limited.
At least limited by Tip’s standards. Though any limitations is probably limited by Tip’s standard.
Tip was back to getting changed at least once a day on the island, so he’s in a better position than Artie is likely to be in.
There’s a few people out here right now who know exactly how that feels.
That must’ve been quite a spectacular explosion! Cinnamon seems rather impressed…
On the plus side, Artie could certainly consider it a “teaching moment” for Alfa Alfa & Echo Bravo!
Tip Wilkin had a comfy couch…
Ee-i-ee-i-oooooooohhhhh…..
(Sorry, couldn’t resist.)
And on that couch he had a gerbil.
E-i-e-i-o.
With a “kaeuqs kaeuqs” here
And a “One morning, Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams” there
Only a great effort of will kept that from being my Song Parody of the Week.
And with the girls he was no slouch…
And there are now new promotion and recruiting opportunities with A-Sig.
Recruiting, yes. Promotion? I’m not sure how far above the bottom of the ladder “expendable peon” actually is.
It’s a couple steps up from “expendable slave”!
Not to mention “Temp worker”… Very temporary… just until I press this ‘on’ button here…
The principal distinction being whether or not they’re getting paid?
In philosophical terms, nothing I had was really mine so I didn’t really lose anything. In practical terms, everything I had is now gone. Being philosophical about it isn’t really helping all that much.
Exploding houses are an occupational hazard when you have an association with mad science. Artie tries to distance himself but it always catches up.
Usually in a manner that involves uncontrolled acceleration.
I wanna see Artie get the hiccups while being carried around in a cat carrier.
THAT would be a diabolically fiendish way to exploit his weakness – hiccup dust!
Then again, it would also be a clever way for him to escape said cat carrier.
Depends on the strength of the cat carrier. If it too is the product of Mad Science and made of Unobtainium alloy the horrible denouement might resemble Play-Doh…
They could just pick the lock…
Here, we see the essential difference between Philosophy and Pragmatism. And why philosophers never seen to have any cool stuff.
Well, let’s face it. If you’re using your cool stuff, you don’t have time to ask if it’s real or merely a social construct.
See the Craftsman sconces on the wall.
Broken teleporter in the hall.
I remember, people, overall,
It belonged to me.
See assassins getting in our way,
Left the burner phones on the buffet.
They have info from my dossier.
It belonged to me.
And here I am confined here with you.
Maybe we’ll be all right, too.
Settle in upon the comfy couch.
Quantum waveform workout, so I vouch.
Sorry I’ve been such a grouch.
It belonged to me.
—from “You Belong to Me,” Chilton Price / Pee Wee King / Redd Stewart, sung by Jo Stafford. Or the Duprees. I’ll take either.
Until I got to the air credit I was reading it to “Flowers on The Wall.”
Have you seen on YT, the Beaker Muppet version? It’s by the Ratler Brothers…
Artie, you’re too good for this world.