You know, assuming Renard gets out of this, it’d be cute if the one turtle who spent the most time with him in this story sticks by him.
… But chances are it’d just be spying for HT or something.
In the tangled vines he hangs, thinking, Brother, what went bad,
With their once-so-happy friendship dead and gone.
And the turtles gnaw his head ‘spite of all the fun they’ve had,
Though he tries to keep his spirits up before the dawn.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! The Annex marches.
Cheer up, Renard, they are here.
And beneath those massive feet, veggie tigers crushed in pain.
By the mobile fortress Skin-Horse reappeared.
BMunro: your parenthetical comment took my thoughts straight to the diary entry style of Candy Smith-Foster in David Palmer’s “Emergence.” Are you perchance another fan of that book?
I also enjoyed it, since for once I knew the original. Though I kept thinking of the version from the Spanish-American War and the subsequent Filipino Insurrection that includes the classic line; “Beneath the starry flag, we’ll civilize them with a Krag.”
H. T. loves the little turtles,
All the little turtles that are here.
All their different shades of green,
He just loves them, as we’ve seen.
H. T. loves the little turtles that are here.
I’m not just nitpicking their choice of words; I’m genuinely curious as to whether they’re capable of doing so. They haven’t have much success so far in devouring Renard, who is much smaller and likely easier to chew.
Renard is definitely following the later-series-Connery/Lazenby/Moore Bond endgame strategy here. Get caught, and then distract the villain and keep him talking long enough for the cavalry to arrive. Even if he didn’t mean to do it, it still seems to have worked.
Just wanting to say thanks to Shaenon, as I received my comic-con sketch from her today. It is an excellent rendering of President Mell Kelly! A scary sight, to be sure, but likely still preferable to our real-life president.
Dont’cha just hate it when your friends aren’t your friends anymore?
…And just how much body mass did those idiots ablate off of you last time, Cammo Kitty?
Both Hitty and the turtles are in agreement about brakes.
They should get along just swell.
You know, assuming Renard gets out of this, it’d be cute if the one turtle who spent the most time with him in this story sticks by him.
… But chances are it’d just be spying for HT or something.
It’s astonishing how alike H.T. and Mr. Green are! Perhaps Dr. Lee could schlorp both their brains so they can share a private VR cell for eternity?
That chapter could be called “One Ordinary Day – With Walnuts”.
And now they even have green in common!
In the tangled vines he hangs, thinking, Brother, what went bad,
With their once-so-happy friendship dead and gone.
And the turtles gnaw his head ‘spite of all the fun they’ve had,
Though he tries to keep his spirits up before the dawn.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! The Annex marches.
Cheer up, Renard, they are here.
And beneath those massive feet, veggie tigers crushed in pain.
By the mobile fortress Skin-Horse reappeared.
—from “Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!” by George F. Root.
Another crowd-pleaser! (Crowd value of at least 1: includes self)
BMunro: your parenthetical comment took my thoughts straight to the diary entry style of Candy Smith-Foster in David Palmer’s “Emergence.” Are you perchance another fan of that book?
I also enjoyed it, since for once I knew the original. Though I kept thinking of the version from the Spanish-American War and the subsequent Filipino Insurrection that includes the classic line; “Beneath the starry flag, we’ll civilize them with a Krag.”
Alas, the only reason I know the original is because I looked it up so I would know how the Childish Edda goes. ^_^
Well, how ’bout:
H. T. loves the little turtles,
All the little turtles that are here.
All their different shades of green,
He just loves them, as we’ve seen.
H. T. loves the little turtles that are here.
—same tune, different song.
“Since choosing your side means being eaten, and choosing the humans means being shot, the idiots win by default.”
+1
There is slightly less chance the idiots will cause my death, and almost no chance that it will be intentional.
… unless Unity gets hungry.
An excellent argument.
I bet turtles will end up eating the Reynard
I don’t know, CAN you eat the robot?
I’m not just nitpicking their choice of words; I’m genuinely curious as to whether they’re capable of doing so. They haven’t have much success so far in devouring Renard, who is much smaller and likely easier to chew.
I think it’s the same in both cases. The will is there, but they don’t have the jaws for it.
There are some around who could make a mighty effort, but probably not the turtles. Though maybe if they split it into six hundred fifty portions…
Given enough time, they should be able to! They have saliva, which is a weak corrosive. Of course, wind, rain, and sun will probably beat them to it.
Renard is definitely following the later-series-Connery/Lazenby/Moore Bond endgame strategy here. Get caught, and then distract the villain and keep him talking long enough for the cavalry to arrive. Even if he didn’t mean to do it, it still seems to have worked.
Matter of staying alive a little longer, even if no cavalry arrives.
Two things:
1. When did they put outside speakers on Annex One?
2. If Skin Horse can get Reynard out of H.T.’s clutches, they are about to get a powerful (or at least well-funded) ally.
1. They didn’t. Hitty just enjoys running the Annex One robot so much that she yells loud enough to be heard miles away.
1. I think it’s called a public-address system.
2. Renard has had trouble accessing his funds of late. Do they still do Banking By Mail?
2. There’re apps for that.
Looks like there’ll be some stompin’ at the savoy.
Savoy cabbage, that is.
There’s usually a third option.
And it’s often better than the two bigger options.
And with that I’ve now caught up. Thirteen years worth of strips in about as many days.
Sleep is overrated.
I concur. It’s not like I got much of it anyways. Now… on to reading Narbonic…
Well, if you did Skin Horse in two weeks, you should be able to do Narbonic in one.
Just wanting to say thanks to Shaenon, as I received my comic-con sketch from her today. It is an excellent rendering of President Mell Kelly! A scary sight, to be sure, but likely still preferable to our real-life president.
President Mell Kelly destroyed the universe, but at least it was for a *good* reason.
Well, she’d probably have destroyed it for *any* reason — but if there was a good reason, she’d pick it.
Cool! I’m glad you got it!