Don’t do it, Chris. You know deep in your heart that Marcie would want you to live. No matter how much you may be tempted to intervene, if you really love her, you have to let her go.
No offense to Chris and the Silverfish, but it seems to me Manifesta’s the real primary threat here. I wonder if she kept her purse post-irradiation. She doesn’t seem the type to leave a purse lying around just because she’s become a giant lizard. And if memory serves she said she “used” everything in her purse, not “used-up” everything in her purse.
The choice is regarding Marcie’s fate. He’s relying on Chris being sufficiently attached to Marcie to value the chance of saving her life greater than the cost of losing his own.
I’ve got your girlfriend, your girlfriend, she is mine,
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
I’ve got your girlfriend, your girlfriend is confined,
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Yeah, I’ve got your girlfriend!
Oh, you perceive it, I’m causing you some pain,
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
You misconceive it, you think that I’m insane,
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Yeah, I’ve got your girlfriend, yeah.
All this time I’ve been puttering around,
While this weirdo nobody cajoled me,
All that I needed here was somebody,
A threat like you.
Ev’rybody has no rhythm,
Ev’rybody climbed the tower.
Ev’rybody fought a dragon,
Ev’rybody had square power.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-oh-oh yeah.
Ev’rybody has a doomsday,
Ev’rybody has disciples.
Ev’rybody needs some answers,
Ev’rybody worked in trifles.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Riding a dragon that just *might* revert to human form at the worst/best possible moment. Leaving Chris nearly defenseless. But leaving the Dane to face Manifesta and the fist.
It’s Madblood Syndrome. You start out losing your mojo, then you become The Man, and in its final stages you end up wearing a tie even in your leisure time as a self-employed lunatic while someone else’s henchbeings take over your evil lair and turn your brilliant creations against you.
well
Don’t do it, Chris. You know deep in your heart that Marcie would want you to live. No matter how much you may be tempted to intervene, if you really love her, you have to let her go.
Well, Chris was the one who didn’t want to move to Palo Alto…
He’s become powerfull and will destroy the dane with interpretive dance.
Or at least the Dane’s doomsday device with silverfish.
The Dane is also good at threat assessment! Unfortunately for him, he’s not genre-savvy, or he’d realize this is a no-win scenario.
Some are born funky, some achieve funk, and some have the funk thrust upon ’em.
Did those silverfish take a lesson from the Narbonic gerbils and build robots (and have Foot smash them)?
Those were the kind of gerbils that had stubby little tails and were hamsters.
No offense to Chris and the Silverfish, but it seems to me Manifesta’s the real primary threat here. I wonder if she kept her purse post-irradiation. She doesn’t seem the type to leave a purse lying around just because she’s become a giant lizard. And if memory serves she said she “used” everything in her purse, not “used-up” everything in her purse.
Pretty sure the purse became her skin.
at least it looks like the dragon had pursed its lips
*And* perish? Mr. The Dane sure isn’t giving Chris much of a choice…
The choice is regarding Marcie’s fate. He’s relying on Chris being sufficiently attached to Marcie to value the chance of saving her life greater than the cost of losing his own.
I’ve got your girlfriend, your girlfriend, she is mine,
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
I’ve got your girlfriend, your girlfriend is confined,
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Yeah, I’ve got your girlfriend!
Oh, you perceive it, I’m causing you some pain,
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
You misconceive it, you think that I’m insane,
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Yeah, I’ve got your girlfriend, yeah.
All this time I’ve been puttering around,
While this weirdo nobody cajoled me,
All that I needed here was somebody,
A threat like you.
Ev’rybody has no rhythm,
Ev’rybody climbed the tower.
Ev’rybody fought a dragon,
Ev’rybody had square power.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-oh-oh yeah.
Ev’rybody has a doomsday,
Ev’rybody has disciples.
Ev’rybody needs some answers,
Ev’rybody worked in trifles.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
—from “I’ve Got a Feeling,” The Beatles.
Riding a dragon that just *might* revert to human form at the worst/best possible moment. Leaving Chris nearly defenseless. But leaving the Dane to face Manifesta and the fist.
If the doomsday device contains anything made of paper, at least Chris has got that covered.
And Tigerlilly Jones is suddenly a non factor in her own lair?
She’s The Man now…
It’s Madblood Syndrome. You start out losing your mojo, then you become The Man, and in its final stages you end up wearing a tie even in your leisure time as a self-employed lunatic while someone else’s henchbeings take over your evil lair and turn your brilliant creations against you.
It’s the circle of life!
Ohey, it’s Othar Tryggvasen. Or it’s descendant anyway.