He looks so un-tigerlike here aside from the stripes and teeth, it made me wonder for a moment whether HT remembers he’s a tiger. Then I remembered his ego.
Cannon fodder, Anasigma,
Here we are at Camp Enigma.
There are some of us remaining,
And we’ll march straight into danger, no complaining.
We maintain our loyal station
Under threat of extirpation.
We’re no quitters, we’re no shirkers.
We will earn the washroom keys of Loyal Workers.
We don’t know what we are facing
Plans for us are big disgracing.
But they’ve taken our full measure.
And our shoes are polished to a point of pleasure.
We went marching with our traitors.
They were noisy abdicators.
Echo Bravo, Alfa Alfa,
Leaving us behind for guys who eat alfalfa.
Then we came up to this stranger,
Wild flowers, us in danger.
Venus flytraps, they will eat us,
And maybe they will horribly mistreat us.
Let me go, oh, Anasigma,
Let me go, I hate enigmas,
Save my skin, forgive this rant,
But I could get eaten by a plant.
Let me go, I promise I will
Serve you well, I must get far from
Living hell, oh, please do let me go,
Escape from this freak show.
Wait a second, we’ve got weapons.
Guns are painful in perception.
We will fire, make it better,
Anasigma let’s forget about this letter.
–from “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah,” words by Allan Sherman and Lou Busch, music from “Dance of the Hours,” by Amilcare Ponchielli.
Excellent! I am glad to see that Allan Sherman was fundamental to at least one other person’s sense of humor. By coincidence, I was just singing this to myself the other day.
Knowing Mr. Green, they’ve been secretly been fed experimental herbicides on the way to Kansas, and being eaten will in fact destroy much of the Biomass. Not that will be of any comfort to the slain or the survivors.
Given that a while ago Mr. Green / Anasigma dropped a nuclear device on the Biomass, it may be that they’re unaware of H. T.’s survival. Of course that would make their troop cannon fodder for something else altogether.
Cannon fodder they’re destined to be. She’s saying “that’s what scares me.” The plants might have roots, but they’ll go for the boots. But that guy who gets eaten goes “Aieeee!”
I forgot Echo got shoe lessons from Jonah.
…But not his hair?
It’s better than being canon fodder. Isn’t that what Star Trek is these days?
Canon fodder? Is that when you get fed to a priest who lives within the grounds of a cathedral?
He looks so un-tigerlike here aside from the stripes and teeth, it made me wonder for a moment whether HT remembers he’s a tiger. Then I remembered his ego.
I like how the lowest set of stripes like kinda like blissfully closed eyes.
He looks like a Manhandla! Is HT secretly a video game nerd?
Well, from what H. T. said earlier, I don’t think they’re candidates for assimilation.
Guy sure looks like plant food to me.
“Those were totally infraction-free boots!”
Cannon fodder, Anasigma,
Here we are at Camp Enigma.
There are some of us remaining,
And we’ll march straight into danger, no complaining.
We maintain our loyal station
Under threat of extirpation.
We’re no quitters, we’re no shirkers.
We will earn the washroom keys of Loyal Workers.
We don’t know what we are facing
Plans for us are big disgracing.
But they’ve taken our full measure.
And our shoes are polished to a point of pleasure.
We went marching with our traitors.
They were noisy abdicators.
Echo Bravo, Alfa Alfa,
Leaving us behind for guys who eat alfalfa.
Then we came up to this stranger,
Wild flowers, us in danger.
Venus flytraps, they will eat us,
And maybe they will horribly mistreat us.
Let me go, oh, Anasigma,
Let me go, I hate enigmas,
Save my skin, forgive this rant,
But I could get eaten by a plant.
Let me go, I promise I will
Serve you well, I must get far from
Living hell, oh, please do let me go,
Escape from this freak show.
Wait a second, we’ve got weapons.
Guns are painful in perception.
We will fire, make it better,
Anasigma let’s forget about this letter.
–from “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah,” words by Allan Sherman and Lou Busch, music from “Dance of the Hours,” by Amilcare Ponchielli.
Bravo, Robert Nowall, bravo.
… Erm, as in, regular bravo. Echo Bravo is already in the strip itself.
*Applause!*
Excellent! I am glad to see that Allan Sherman was fundamental to at least one other person’s sense of humor. By coincidence, I was just singing this to myself the other day.
Well, I wouldn’t say “fundamental,” but I think it was on the first comedy song K-Tel album someone brought into our family.
Knowing Mr. Green, they’ve been secretly been fed experimental herbicides on the way to Kansas, and being eaten will in fact destroy much of the Biomass. Not that will be of any comfort to the slain or the survivors.
Given that a while ago Mr. Green / Anasigma dropped a nuclear device on the Biomass, it may be that they’re unaware of H. T.’s survival. Of course that would make their troop cannon fodder for something else altogether.
On the other hand, that was all according to plan, so it seems he’s planned for this contingency… http://skin-horse.com/comic/dr-wilkin-2/
♪ Little shop, little shop of horrors ♪
I’m not convinced this Biomass is H.T.’s Biomass…
Cannon fodder they’re destined to be. She’s saying “that’s what scares me.” The plants might have roots, but they’ll go for the boots. But that guy who gets eaten goes “Aieeee!”