Upon first seeing the first picture I mistook the sewage suit for a blue shirt, suspenders, and a bowtie.
Now I’m imagining Artie in dapper sewage-diving-wear, and the thought appeals to me to a disturbing degree.
tune: “I’m Free,” Pete Townshend, The Who, Tommy, 1969
I’m free!
I’m free!
And freedom smells just like poop and pee
I’m free!
I’m free!
It’s a new day
Wade in and follow me!
In the storm drains we’ll confront and best the zombie scourge
That’s chomping on our undead friends from Colma
A great adventure awaits us there
The smell of freedom’s everywhere
For Zombie Rights this fight will be our Selma*
I’m free!
I’m free!
Today is the dawning of a brand new me
I’m free!
I’m free!
Hey world, are you ready for Ginny Lee?
*If The Who could rhyme “simple” and “temple” in this stanza, I can rhyme “Colma” and “Selma”.
Allow me to remain serious for a moment.
This isn’t actually as funny as it seems from an in-universe point of view. No, what this means she took the Nick issue even worse than we thought.
Then again, who cares when it leads to jokes like these?
I don’t know. Robots have their own set of issues, most of which revolve around pronouns. Now that I think of it, in some cases, humans have to deal with those as well.
Seconded, we don’t know that bubbles has a binary gender, let alone that bubbles is female. I think the term best suited here is server. But that means something completely different when applied to electronics. next question: do Ferro-Americans count as electronics?
It could be a case of “fall off one horse, get on the next.”
In this case, it’s more like “one horse catastrophically crash and burns from a great hight, get on a new one underground in the storm drains”, which is much less poetic.
Probably the only positive aspect of a sewer-lurking Glurch mucking about (pun intended) is that it takes your mind off your problems wonderfully.
Freedom always has a smell of crap, it requires dirty work. But do they know, in order to smell things you must taste things? So you’re not only smelling crap but tasting it. And no I’m not making this up.
Not exactly. You can smell without tasting, and you can taste without smelling, but the two senses are complementary. If you hold your nose while tasting something, it will taste differently than if you are smelling it at the same time. Likewise, if you smell something with your mouth closed, it will smell differently than if your mouth were open.
But for smelling and tasting alike, you must take into your body the substance in question. So if you’re smelling crap, that means you’re actually breathing in microscopic particles of crap. And if the smell is potent enough, then yes, you could taste it as well, meaning that you are also eating those same microscopic particles. Lovely, isn’t it?
Freedom smells kinda crappy lately….
Upon first seeing the first picture I mistook the sewage suit for a blue shirt, suspenders, and a bowtie.
Now I’m imagining Artie in dapper sewage-diving-wear, and the thought appeals to me to a disturbing degree.
So now you need someone to filk “Puttin’ on the Shitz”?
tune: “I’m Free,” Pete Townshend, The Who, Tommy, 1969
I’m free!
I’m free!
And freedom smells just like poop and pee
I’m free!
I’m free!
It’s a new day
Wade in and follow me!
In the storm drains we’ll confront and best the zombie scourge
That’s chomping on our undead friends from Colma
A great adventure awaits us there
The smell of freedom’s everywhere
For Zombie Rights this fight will be our Selma*
I’m free!
I’m free!
Today is the dawning of a brand new me
I’m free!
I’m free!
Hey world, are you ready for Ginny Lee?
*If The Who could rhyme “simple” and “temple” in this stanza, I can rhyme “Colma” and “Selma”.
Even Cole Porter traded poetic license revocation offsets.
Aside from the first consonant, I see no difference between “simple” and “temple”. If you’re reading this, care to explain?
“Im,” and, “Em.” As in, “Him,” (third person masculine singular pronoun) and, “Hem,” (the bottom of a dress).
aaaaaaaaaaaaand she snaps.
If she moons a zombie, then she’s snapped. God hope she doesn’t start speaking in Scottish accent.
Having attempted and failed to write a filk around it, I offer the line “Freedom’s just another word for sewers full of poo” to anyone who wants it.
And sewers ain’t nothin’ if they ain’t free.
Wait, I’ve got better. Sewers ain’t full of nothin’, babe, if it ain’t poo!
Hey, wait…I thought they didn’t HAVE uniforms?
Oh hey it’s my old replies! Seeing these should be fun. Or embarrassing. Or both!
They’re NOT locals; they’re allowed to wear uniforms, if for no other reason than to be non-conformist. :p
Shielded by the sewers from her boss’s monitoring?
Allow me to remain serious for a moment.
This isn’t actually as funny as it seems from an in-universe point of view. No, what this means she took the Nick issue even worse than we thought.
Then again, who cares when it leads to jokes like these?
There is no way they’re gonna get that helicopter body down there to save the day. Where is Nick’s spare vehicle?
It is now the presumably permanent residence of the water cooler, who preserves her ethnic identity by working as a waiter.
*Waitress? Or was “waiter” correct?
I don’t know. Robots have their own set of issues, most of which revolve around pronouns. Now that I think of it, in some cases, humans have to deal with those as well.
Seconded, we don’t know that bubbles has a binary gender, let alone that bubbles is female. I think the term best suited here is server. But that means something completely different when applied to electronics. next question: do Ferro-Americans count as electronics?
It could be a case of “fall off one horse, get on the next.”
In this case, it’s more like “one horse catastrophically crash and burns from a great hight, get on a new one underground in the storm drains”, which is much less poetic.
Probably the only positive aspect of a sewer-lurking Glurch mucking about (pun intended) is that it takes your mind off your problems wonderfully.
This made my day
I love the smell of freedom in the morning.
Freedom always has a smell of crap, it requires dirty work. But do they know, in order to smell things you must taste things? So you’re not only smelling crap but tasting it. And no I’m not making this up.
Not exactly. You can smell without tasting, and you can taste without smelling, but the two senses are complementary. If you hold your nose while tasting something, it will taste differently than if you are smelling it at the same time. Likewise, if you smell something with your mouth closed, it will smell differently than if your mouth were open.
But for smelling and tasting alike, you must take into your body the substance in question. So if you’re smelling crap, that means you’re actually breathing in microscopic particles of crap. And if the smell is potent enough, then yes, you could taste it as well, meaning that you are also eating those same microscopic particles. Lovely, isn’t it?