My inconsiderate brain notes they also stay clean until someone drenches them in body fluids. I’d hate to be the person who gets needle pit cleaning duty.
One would think the smell would cause some complaint. After all, given how fastidious A-Sig is about shoes, I doubt a “pool of putrefying organic goo” at the bottom of the needle pit is regulation.
Oh, I’m sure there’s some kind of chemical or other that flows through there periodically and carries most of it away to the bio-waste reservoir, and then sterilizes the needle pit. That’s far more efficient than having an actual person clean it.
It seems a bit of a coincidence that the landing place for the bee-ship is so close to this particular base. Either someone is playing five-dimensional chess, or this A-Sig base is now mobile. (Bigfoot tech?)
Taking refuge in this old facility. They’re safe from their vulnerability. Pit needles are sharpened, so A. A. can harp on their punishment susceptibility.
Well, maybe Anasigma kept all of those death traps around for just this kind of eventuality, vis-a-vis being hunted by sapient vegetable predators, and not because management was a bunch of loonies who enjoyed the suffering of the employees. . .
You’d think I could type this with a straight face, wouldn’t you?
Actually, yes, I would think you could type that with a straight face. You’ve certainly been around here long enough that that sort of sentence should feel perfectly normal.
Humans really CAN accept anything as normal after a while.
Yes, and that will be our doom…
If an Ambushel of veggie tigers doesn’t count as very bad, I don’t know what does
That is an excellent collective noun.
This should be canon.
Ambushel is genius.
I love A.A.’s expression of excited nostalgia in the last panel. Priceless!
I love her eternal optimism.
“You kept the employee needle pit sharpened!”
Which is to say, they didn’t toss anyone in the needle pit, and thus didn’t dull the needles. Sharp things stay sharp until something blunts them.
My inconsiderate brain notes they also stay clean until someone drenches them in body fluids. I’d hate to be the person who gets needle pit cleaning duty.
No one gets cleaning duty. They don’t get cleaned. They are only required to be kept sharp.
One would think the smell would cause some complaint. After all, given how fastidious A-Sig is about shoes, I doubt a “pool of putrefying organic goo” at the bottom of the needle pit is regulation.
Oh, I’m sure there’s some kind of chemical or other that flows through there periodically and carries most of it away to the bio-waste reservoir, and then sterilizes the needle pit. That’s far more efficient than having an actual person clean it.
To be fair, they *could* have rusted… though they should really use medical-grade stainless steel in those needles!
( They’re far enough from the coast that corrosion from sea spray wouldn’t be an issue, IIRC )
Using surgical steel would suggest that they care about the wellbeing of the people they throw in there.
C’mon, now! They wouldn’t want to risk an OSHA violation!
As far as OSHA is concerned, they don’t exist.
It seems a bit of a coincidence that the landing place for the bee-ship is so close to this particular base. Either someone is playing five-dimensional chess, or this A-Sig base is now mobile. (Bigfoot tech?)
Oh good, Valiant is still safely (?!) with them. Presumably when we couldn’t see him yesterday he was clinging to A.A.’s back.
Held onto his hat, too.
Well, any plan in which you lose your hat…
…iz a bad plan?
Oh good, a *smart* Jäger.
Actually, you can see him in yesterday’s strip. However, he’s been colored the same green as the grass background.
“Really bad”—well, it’s getting harder to tell.
would Alpha Alpha’s last name, by any chance, be Addams?
Nah, they just grew up together.
So is an “employee needle pit” a needle pit you throw employees into, or a needle pit that has been gainfully employed.
Also, thank you for creating a world where it is necessary to ask that question.
Someone could write a book of “Questions You Never Thought You’d Need To Ask”
Wait. How do you sharpen a pit?
– Private Pedant
If you have to ask, you don’t want to know.
I imagine you go through a lot of toothbrushes.
Taking refuge in this old facility. They’re safe from their vulnerability. Pit needles are sharpened, so A. A. can harp on their punishment susceptibility.
Well, maybe Anasigma kept all of those death traps around for just this kind of eventuality, vis-a-vis being hunted by sapient vegetable predators, and not because management was a bunch of loonies who enjoyed the suffering of the employees. . .
You’d think I could type this with a straight face, wouldn’t you?
Actually, yes, I would think you could type that with a straight face. You’ve certainly been around here long enough that that sort of sentence should feel perfectly normal.
That is a really neat concerned sasquatch.