No one has fallen in love or had a crush on a piece of machinery or “dated” a transvestite? Speak for yourself! Although, sleeping with a trans-genetic gerbil is a bit out of my comfort zone.
Well, sure, if we’re limiting ourselves to just the nouns. The winnowing starts when we start sorting by modifiers like ‘sentient brain in a jar’ or ‘mojo-based teleporting.’
@OneUniverse: I once had a crush on Shamisen from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, but in my defense, he is a rather handsome fellow… Besides, how often do you see a cute male calico that can discuss philosophy intelligently, anyway, nyao?
And what, pray tell, is wrong with us transgenic animals, anyway?
If transgenic animals float your boat, more power to you: I am merely stating my tastes don’t run that way. Remember that one loves what one loves, and social training may limit your choices as well as hormones.
To give a serious answer: the story you can tell to convince someone of an idea or concept in the time you spend together in an elevator – a maximum-2-minutes sales pitch, basically.
Okay, so say that you have a great idea for, say, a movie. But who are you going to tell? You’ll never be able to get an appointment with a studio head! But wait, one day you get on an elevator and by chance the studio head gets on as well! They’re stuck on there with you and have to listen to your idea, but you’ve got to sum it up in ten seconds or less before they get off at the next floor.
When Alfie lost his girl, the robots called him to their side,
They said, “Lad, you handle romance in a way we can’t abide…”
And then they said, “Getting girls is a good deal of work, lad,
You’ll have no luck when you act like a jerk, lad,
You cannot act like you’re going berserk, lad,
Please behave with a smile, not a smirk, lad.”
The robots told him, “You’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp.)
Oh, yeah, you’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp it down.)”
Aha, there are things that you just shouldn’t do now.
You are not in some kind of a zoo, now.
The women here know you haven’t a clue, now.
Make one more pass, and you’ll find yourself through, now.
The robots told him, “You’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp.)
Oh, yeah, you’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp it down.)”
Oh, yeah, you’re pretty wrong about romance, son.
Girls are not here so that you can have some fun.
Don’t think of love as a petty diversion,
Tryin’ to connect up with that certain special person.
Before you try romance and give it a whirl now.
Make sure she’s a quality girl, now.
Make sure she’s a gem and a pearl, now.
She wouldn’t want to know a cad and a churl, now.
The robots told him, “You’d better stomp it down (stomp, stomp),
Aha, don’t be hooked up on Bubbles,
Oh, now, ‘cause she’s got her own set of troubles.
Aha, before you let loose something rash, ah, yeah, yeah, no tongue for mustache,
Before you take her by the hand, young lad,
Keep it planned, young lad, take a stand, young lad, you’ve got no hands, young lad…”
Poet, philosopher, receptionist, rampaging engine of destruction (retired), advisor on etiquette and romantic subtleties, collector of amusing popcorn tins, Mustachio is shaping up to be quite the Renaissance robot. I hope that Alfie realizes what a resource he has here.
We’ve all been where you are, Virginia.
…Well. No, actually none of us have been where you are. But we sympathize.
No one has fallen in love or had a crush on a piece of machinery or “dated” a transvestite? Speak for yourself! Although, sleeping with a trans-genetic gerbil is a bit out of my comfort zone.
Fine
Statistically few of us have been in your exact position
Well, sure, if we’re limiting ourselves to just the nouns. The winnowing starts when we start sorting by modifiers like ‘sentient brain in a jar’ or ‘mojo-based teleporting.’
@OneUniverse: I once had a crush on Shamisen from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, but in my defense, he is a rather handsome fellow… Besides, how often do you see a cute male calico that can discuss philosophy intelligently, anyway, nyao?
And what, pray tell, is wrong with us transgenic animals, anyway?
If transgenic animals float your boat, more power to you: I am merely stating my tastes don’t run that way. Remember that one loves what one loves, and social training may limit your choices as well as hormones.
well she goinked tip, but lets face it so has 1/4 of the human cast.
And Artie. The night someone forgot to be specific.
Only 1/4? Tip should really step up his game.
I think part of the reason it’s not a larger percentage is that Tip doesn’t seem to sleep with the menfolk other than Artie.
I don’t think either of those really count as ‘dating’, though.
i think this may be the longest since “goink” appeared in the comments
“Hey Bubbelth, ctheck out by bustache!”
My!
Dude, chick digs chicks, dig?
4th panel is basically Skin Horse’s elevator pitch.
Yes, you gotta leave out the *really* weird bits, or you’ll scare off the potential readers.
What’s an elevator pitch?
Considering the elevators in Skin Horse are likely to be like those in Hitch Hikers……..
It should be interesting to hear. (Go for it, Tip!)
Mostly slow balls. No curve balls.
To give a serious answer: the story you can tell to convince someone of an idea or concept in the time you spend together in an elevator – a maximum-2-minutes sales pitch, basically.
Okay, so say that you have a great idea for, say, a movie. But who are you going to tell? You’ll never be able to get an appointment with a studio head! But wait, one day you get on an elevator and by chance the studio head gets on as well! They’re stuck on there with you and have to listen to your idea, but you’ve got to sum it up in ten seconds or less before they get off at the next floor.
tl;dr, it’s the tl;dr of your project.
Imagine you’re in an elevator with a venture capitalist, and you have until the doors open on his/her floor to pitch your startup. What do you say?
“Please give me money, I won’t waste it”
How does Alfie speak while he has his tongue out like that?
Wiff gleat dithiculthy.
Not necessarily. Since he’s not human he may be using a speech technique akin to how parrots “talk” and it’s all done in the throat.
His big problem is his tongue drying out.
Dr. Lee’s love life is still better than mine.
Get one of the Hipster ones….
At least someone stepped up to offer Alfie some romantic advice…
When Alfie lost his girl, the robots called him to their side,
They said, “Lad, you handle romance in a way we can’t abide…”
And then they said, “Getting girls is a good deal of work, lad,
You’ll have no luck when you act like a jerk, lad,
You cannot act like you’re going berserk, lad,
Please behave with a smile, not a smirk, lad.”
The robots told him, “You’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp.)
Oh, yeah, you’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp it down.)”
Aha, there are things that you just shouldn’t do now.
You are not in some kind of a zoo, now.
The women here know you haven’t a clue, now.
Make one more pass, and you’ll find yourself through, now.
The robots told him, “You’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp.)
Oh, yeah, you’d better stomp it down. (Stomp, stomp it down.)”
Oh, yeah, you’re pretty wrong about romance, son.
Girls are not here so that you can have some fun.
Don’t think of love as a petty diversion,
Tryin’ to connect up with that certain special person.
Before you try romance and give it a whirl now.
Make sure she’s a quality girl, now.
Make sure she’s a gem and a pearl, now.
She wouldn’t want to know a cad and a churl, now.
The robots told him, “You’d better stomp it down (stomp, stomp),
Aha, don’t be hooked up on Bubbles,
Oh, now, ‘cause she’s got her own set of troubles.
Aha, before you let loose something rash, ah, yeah, yeah, no tongue for mustache,
Before you take her by the hand, young lad,
Keep it planned, young lad, take a stand, young lad, you’ve got no hands, young lad…”
—from “Shop Around,” The Miracles.
This is wonderful!
It wasn’t easy coming up with four rimes for some of these things—‘specially when Smokey Robinson already used the best ones…
“Rimes?” “Rhymes!”
Blasted spell-check! 🙂 Anyway, we need to get some of these recorded on a “Best of Skin-Horse” album. Good job!
Poet, philosopher, receptionist, rampaging engine of destruction (retired), advisor on etiquette and romantic subtleties, collector of amusing popcorn tins, Mustachio is shaping up to be quite the Renaissance robot. I hope that Alfie realizes what a resource he has here.