You’re talking to someone with an IQ only slightly above a non-sapient rat. And yet you seem to expect him to remember something without it being literally pounded into his skull?
Every once in a while, I have a predictive fit that invariably fails to come to pass. I am confident that this streak will not break now, but I am compelled to prophesy nevertheless:
This will end with Artie, in human form, stark naked, flinging the drone up and out into the sky to meet the incoming missile. The drone will strive to strike a dramatic pose in midair, and intone a dramatic exit line (maybe: “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done . . .”).
After the explosion:
– Echo Bravo and Alfa Alfa will cry and bond over how noble they were.
– Valiant will weep as well, bereft.
– Artie and Sergio will experience mutual ear-burning embarrassment (and arousal) over Artie’s nudity.
(Cinnamon will be annoyed about all of this nonsense.)
I’m not going to suggest using *69 on the drone homing system to upload a Trojan horse, because I am on strike. Everybody else got a paycheck, so where’s mine? You’re the phone company, you know how to contact me.
The Little Missile that could.
“I think I BLAM, I think I BLAM…”
cogito ergo BLAM ?
Is it old enough to drink at the rat bar?
Since 6-8 months is about 21 in rat years, it’s plausible.
He’s a gerbil, Echo Bravo. You’ve been corrected before.
You’re talking to someone with an IQ only slightly above a non-sapient rat. And yet you seem to expect him to remember something without it being literally pounded into his skull?
Sure. It’s not shoe care.
Hey, wait a minute! What if somebody else made that mistake, and the actual target was supposed to be something Dana’s crazy hamsters did?
Artie always seemed like an odd target, anyway.
Oh. Well. If the missile is cute then of course that makes everything OK! ^_^
The missile will fall in love with the rat drone and refuse to explode.
You say that with tongue firmly in cheek, but consider the universe this taking place in. This is a plausible, if improbable, scenario
Possibly it sprouts little feet for getting around in tunnels.
Now I want to see this in a future strip.
Then it’ll have to be obedient to Anasigma’s shoe protocols.
Every once in a while, I have a predictive fit that invariably fails to come to pass. I am confident that this streak will not break now, but I am compelled to prophesy nevertheless:
This will end with Artie, in human form, stark naked, flinging the drone up and out into the sky to meet the incoming missile. The drone will strive to strike a dramatic pose in midair, and intone a dramatic exit line (maybe: “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done . . .”).
After the explosion:
– Echo Bravo and Alfa Alfa will cry and bond over how noble they were.
– Valiant will weep as well, bereft.
– Artie and Sergio will experience mutual ear-burning embarrassment (and arousal) over Artie’s nudity.
(Cinnamon will be annoyed about all of this nonsense.)
No matter what happens, I think (Cinnamon will be annoyed about all of this nonsense) is a lock.
Or teach it phenomenology…
“Hey, Bomb?! ‘Do you know the way to San Jose?'”
Awww… is Echo Bravo developing a *conscience*?
Try aiming it at the new google campus.
Or Apple campus. They’ve really gone downhill since Jobs passed.
Hey anasigma, do that thing where you try to convince us you’re not mad again and the mads are the badguys
I’m not going to suggest using *69 on the drone homing system to upload a Trojan horse, because I am on strike. Everybody else got a paycheck, so where’s mine? You’re the phone company, you know how to contact me.
And that little missile will blow our hearts [and bodies] to pieces!