This is a setting of mad scientists. Someone created the flying pigs long ago, and gave them napalm. You should just check if reality is huddled even further in a corner than usual, and sucking its thumb while clutching its blankie.
Okay, Sweetie sems to be totally losing the plot (there is a plo, isn’t there?), but at least she is in a ‘rubber room’ for when her mind finally snaps, like a worn out rubber-band
No one should ever have been worried for that cat. He was a being of pure unadulterated malevolence, and I say that as one of the only things in the universe he actually liked. When we adopted him he had recently lost an ear, an eye, and his tail to something much larger than himself, and he was almost certainly the one that started the fight.
I mean he has a point. Consistently, Unity’s nonsense has always been able to cut through any other type of nonsense. Like a diamond through lesser rocks.
Unity making sense? Should I check if we have flying pigs?
We don’t need flying pigs. A brain vending machine will do.
This is a setting of mad scientists. Someone created the flying pigs long ago, and gave them napalm. You should just check if reality is huddled even further in a corner than usual, and sucking its thumb while clutching its blankie.
I’m particularly amused because the bit of filename story that accompanies this strip involves Unity forgetting that she has thumbs.
Actually, she’s just borrowing those thumbs, but it is funny 🙂
Okay, Sweetie sems to be totally losing the plot (there is a plo, isn’t there?), but at least she is in a ‘rubber room’ for when her mind finally snaps, like a worn out rubber-band
I was wondering why Sweetheart didn’t *confine* Capt. Wilkin to the Rubber Room. Thanks for the clarification.
Delusions of grandeur? Check. Rubber room? Check. Napoleon fantasy? Not quite yet.
Give it a minute.
Bizzare situation, followed by wild unfounded accusations. Sounds like somebody broke up with her boyfriend.
Disheveled Tip in the last panel is rocking my socks. He looks so floored.
Longtime fans of Shaenon’s works will be happy to know we just adopted a cat and named him Sir Gawain de Pounce.
Should I be happy for the cat or afraid for it?
No one should ever have been worried for that cat. He was a being of pure unadulterated malevolence, and I say that as one of the only things in the universe he actually liked. When we adopted him he had recently lost an ear, an eye, and his tail to something much larger than himself, and he was almost certainly the one that started the fight.
You speak of him in the past tense. Are we then to assume that he has moved on to the first circle of hell to torture the demons?
I mean he has a point. Consistently, Unity’s nonsense has always been able to cut through any other type of nonsense. Like a diamond through lesser rocks.