Plus, he’s the one who knows where all the other death traps are, so the narritivium requires him to go first to increase the suspense and drama. I’m surprised he hasn’t been killed already, really.
Apart from Peirson, I don’t know if anyone’s that familiar with this base. The last thing you want is someone making a meal with whatever they can find. Especially when you’re in the sort of place where there could well be arsenic in the salt cellar.
I’m not sure whether to infer that Tip actually needs hours of grooming because his prior werewolf experience makes him grow excessive amounts of hair as a lingering effect…
…or if he’s just so absurdly self absorbed and narcissistic that it takes him hours of grooming to remove next to nothing (since he does it every night there can’t be much!), and he mistakenly thinks other people react badly to that because they somehow know about his prior werewolfiness and are making unfounded assumptions.
Come on, it’s Tip. He wants a bit of privacy to play adults’ games and do the groan-up with Eris, a bad idea doubled. She might completely disassemble him. She’s a charming jerk. Oh, well, a little port in every girl. Onward. Mammals gonna go mammalian.
This place is shot, and my old clock is out of whack, and so am I.
Taking sasses from silly asses at dinner time, I don’t know why.
I miss ol’ St. Charlie, but not every minute,
But I haven’t been driven over my limit.
I’d like to drink this sherry, I think that you’re in the way.
Pour me something right or wrong,
It better be inhumane, because we’re all insane.
I’ve lost all track of time, but I don’t care.
It’s not o’clock somewhere.
Well, Carbondale can let me bail from Swamp-ma’s bloom, and from the fright.
I give due warning, you know it’s hell to stay, hey, you know, all right.
It’s all been a bungle of danger and fear.
This steroid-filled jungle’s gonna stay right here.
If you need my help, you can tell ‘em I just ran away.
Pour me something right or wrong,
It better be inhumane, because we’re all insane.
I’ve lost all track of time, but I don’t care.
It’s not o’clock somewhere.
I could break out of here,
Make a run for the rear,
And head back for home late today.
At a moment like this, I can’t help but wonder
What would Dr. Walske say?
He’d say “Pour me something right or wrong,
It better be inhumane, because we’re all insane.
I’ve lost all track of time, but I don’t care.
It’s not o’clock somewhere.”
—from “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere,” Don Rollins / Jim Brown, sung by Alan Jackson (and Jimmy Buffett.)
“Very clever, Dr. Wilkin. Whom shall we notify as Next of Kin?”
Always love a werewolf callback. And gotta love that low-key, instant “Yes.”
Fine… the rest of us will stay together. Dr. Wilkin, you will have a room away from the rest of us. Don’t forget you’re wearing that collar.
“Are you crazy?!”
“Well yes, by definition”
Tip has his moments, doesn’t he?
So our trapmaster will be the first to die for being genre-savvy? o_O
Yes, I get the feeling that a window room just might be a bad idea.
Plus, he’s the one who knows where all the other death traps are, so the narritivium requires him to go first to increase the suspense and drama. I’m surprised he hasn’t been killed already, really.
No point in destroying everyone’s morale too early in the game.
Yeah, but *we* don’t have to look at it, do we?
Why trust Pierson to fix dinner? Or is that sexist?
Apart from Peirson, I don’t know if anyone’s that familiar with this base. The last thing you want is someone making a meal with whatever they can find. Especially when you’re in the sort of place where there could well be arsenic in the salt cellar.
I’m not sure if someone who will know if there’s arsenic in the salt cellar, but may not see that as a problem, is much of an improvement, though.
I wouldn’t want to share a bedroom with a mad scientist. They might sleep-experiment.
*lol!*
I’m not sure whether to infer that Tip actually needs hours of grooming because his prior werewolf experience makes him grow excessive amounts of hair as a lingering effect…
…or if he’s just so absurdly self absorbed and narcissistic that it takes him hours of grooming to remove next to nothing (since he does it every night there can’t be much!), and he mistakenly thinks other people react badly to that because they somehow know about his prior werewolfiness and are making unfounded assumptions.
Come on, it’s Tip. He wants a bit of privacy to play adults’ games and do the groan-up with Eris, a bad idea doubled. She might completely disassemble him. She’s a charming jerk. Oh, well, a little port in every girl. Onward. Mammals gonna go mammalian.
This place is shot, and my old clock is out of whack, and so am I.
Taking sasses from silly asses at dinner time, I don’t know why.
I miss ol’ St. Charlie, but not every minute,
But I haven’t been driven over my limit.
I’d like to drink this sherry, I think that you’re in the way.
Pour me something right or wrong,
It better be inhumane, because we’re all insane.
I’ve lost all track of time, but I don’t care.
It’s not o’clock somewhere.
Well, Carbondale can let me bail from Swamp-ma’s bloom, and from the fright.
I give due warning, you know it’s hell to stay, hey, you know, all right.
It’s all been a bungle of danger and fear.
This steroid-filled jungle’s gonna stay right here.
If you need my help, you can tell ‘em I just ran away.
Pour me something right or wrong,
It better be inhumane, because we’re all insane.
I’ve lost all track of time, but I don’t care.
It’s not o’clock somewhere.
I could break out of here,
Make a run for the rear,
And head back for home late today.
At a moment like this, I can’t help but wonder
What would Dr. Walske say?
He’d say “Pour me something right or wrong,
It better be inhumane, because we’re all insane.
I’ve lost all track of time, but I don’t care.
It’s not o’clock somewhere.”
—from “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere,” Don Rollins / Jim Brown, sung by Alan Jackson (and Jimmy Buffett.)
**applauds Robert’s song** ^_^
Truth, a ploy to get some time alone so he can try to contact Sweetheart, or both?