“The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum” Larry Niven
A variation of Finagle’s law which can be traced back as far as John Campbell.
The origin may be as old, or even older than Mankind however.
Tune: Goodness Gracious Me, Peter Sellers and Sophia Loren
“Oh, rat friend, you have saved me,
You really are the bomb,
How much gratitude do I have?
I’d say a megaton.
My heart just wants to sing,
And obliviously guilt-sling,
It goes boom-da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom, da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom, da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom-boom-boom.
Boom-da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom, da-da-boom.”
So is it Echo or Alf Alfa who’s being guilted? o_O
I think at this point their three hearts beat as one.
Four hearts, if the drone has any sort of fluid pump.
Judging by yesterday’s strip, Alfa Alfa may not be able to feel guilt.
Who was it that realized the universe always gravitates to the most ridiculous outcome possible?
“The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum” Larry Niven
A variation of Finagle’s law which can be traced back as far as John Campbell.
The origin may be as old, or even older than Mankind however.
Shaenon Garrity.
“young folks”?
How old are you, Valiant?
He has an old soul.
Bad as Unity with the cosmognothic opossum machine…
Tune: Goodness Gracious Me, Peter Sellers and Sophia Loren
“Oh, rat friend, you have saved me,
You really are the bomb,
How much gratitude do I have?
I’d say a megaton.
My heart just wants to sing,
And obliviously guilt-sling,
It goes boom-da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom, da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom, da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom-boom-boom.
Boom-da-da-boom,
Da-da-boom, da-da-boom.”
“Please phrase it differently.”
I just noticed he got his hat back. Perhaps his plan will work after all.
I believe you mean “on the nosecone”.
Because rockets.
I’ll leave.