Quite so, considering that the most closely-related critters in the basement are centipedes. And there can be no question that Gavotte was well aware of this when she tasked Tip to report on millipedes.
Ugh. Now her whole body is going to smell like sulfur and old tires, and you know that doesn’t come out of fur until it’s completely cycled through or she just shaves it all off.
With all the mad scientists they know, someone will know how to get the smell out of fur, or will invent a way, especially if they have to share a room with her.
Considering what dogs are known to roll in from time to time, something tells me Sweetheart won’t mind smelling like old tires for a while, nyao…
(Now I need a bath after just thinking about old tire smell! Ew! Fffft!)
Classic example of Bureaucracy in action, people are too busy play politics and building their little empires they never manage to do the job they are being paid to do, or, worse, prevent others from doing their jobs.
(TUNE: “I Just Can’t Wait To Be King”, Elton John & Tim Rice)
We’re down here on the lower floors,
Where ev’ryone perspires!
The heat will open up one’s pores,
(At least ’til one expires!)
Before the files we start to sort,
A throne is what one needs!
And we shall fill our Royal Court
With basement millipedes!
It will be the greatest empire ever seen …
For it’s here where I shall be Queen!
Here where all the heat’s hot,
Here atop a ti-re,
Nick the Chopper can-not
See us on his I.R.!
Sensor cannot penetrate the glow …
Rule on high from down below!
I have a plan so sinister,
The most ingenious yet!
And you shall be my Minister,
And run my Cabinet!
A radial from Fi-re-stone,
Shall be my seat of pow’r!
I’ll need a scepter and a throne!
(And Tip might need a shower!)
I’ll show the basement species what I mean!
I’ll rage against the copier machine!
And, barring any problems unforeseen,
Then it’s here where I shall be Queen!
Yes, it’s here where I …
Shall be Queen!
“If this is where bureaucracy is headed, count me out!
Out of Skin Horse, out of government, I wouldn’t hang about!
This dog is getting practically obscene-”
“Yes, it’s here where I shall be Queen!”
Hang on a minute, aren’t canids a lot MORE sensitive to sound than humans?
(Psychiatrists working in high-wacky-dialogue environments must have a hard time of it, is all I’m sayin’.)
Not at all related to this strip, but Skin Horse fans (and especially one of the co-creators) need to check out the latest xkcd “What If?” installment; http://what-if.xkcd.com/
I’m less intrigued by a gloud of starling-filled air undergoing gravitational collapse, and more about the idea of fine tuning the gas cloud to be as diffuse as possible while still being able to sustain an atmosphere under it’s own weight.
In other words, what is THE MOST wispy and diffuse gas giant possible?
In resopnse to davidbreslin101, I assumed that it was the difference in frequencies dogs and humans hear which was what she referred to. If the sonic stunner worked by making a piercing sound in the peak hearing range of the recipient, that could be it.
On the other hand, then it might not have stunned the other non-humans in the basement…which would mean that the snakes are still awake. Oh dear.
The cobras are harmless enough; I’m more worried about the effect the sonic weapon had in the crystal entities. Then there’s the mutant termites Marcie was working on…
You know, I’d be extremely bothered by someone getting a stack of papers that big out of order regardless of whether I had orders to “keep them collated”. It’s not that difficult to keep them together while skimming!
That said, oh dear, it seems Tip was given an uncompletable task that would absolutely require him to hold up all of the files looking for information he must have missed on the non-existent millipedes. I’m with whoever suggested in previous comments that this would all go more smoothly if everyone helped Sweetheart scan the files as quickly as possible, then the (digital) files could be distributed to all that need them.
I get the distinct impression that there won’t be /any/ reference to millipedes in the files.
Quite so, considering that the most closely-related critters in the basement are centipedes. And there can be no question that Gavotte was well aware of this when she tasked Tip to report on millipedes.
I’m confused. Aren’t these the files Tip himself wrote?
Well, they’ve been added to over the years. There have been a number of negotiations with the Dwellers subsequent to Tip’s first contact.
Ok, that makes sense. Thanks.
How much time has passed in-comic since the first storyline? About the same as in real life?
Ugh. Now her whole body is going to smell like sulfur and old tires, and you know that doesn’t come out of fur until it’s completely cycled through or she just shaves it all off.
With all the mad scientists they know, someone will know how to get the smell out of fur, or will invent a way, especially if they have to share a room with her.
I’m pretty sure she rooms with Unity, who I’m also pretty sure does not care.
Considering what dogs are known to roll in from time to time, something tells me Sweetheart won’t mind smelling like old tires for a while, nyao…
(Now I need a bath after just thinking about old tire smell! Ew! Fffft!)
This sore smalls like a rampage or sulfur. I’m not sure
Somebody’s got a bad case of megalomania…
Classic example of Bureaucracy in action, people are too busy play politics and building their little empires they never manage to do the job they are being paid to do, or, worse, prevent others from doing their jobs.
Well, Sweetheart does look a little, well, off today. Maybe something has induced her megalomania.
Maybe the sonic weapon hit Sweetheart a little too hard. After all, never attribute to malice that which can be explained by head trauma.
I always prefer maliciously inducing trauma over having to explain
Seconded.
@Robert, too bad Phillips the security guard died on the St. Charlie train. He could help Sweetheart bottle her Megalomania.
(TUNE: “I Just Can’t Wait To Be King”, Elton John & Tim Rice)
We’re down here on the lower floors,
Where ev’ryone perspires!
The heat will open up one’s pores,
(At least ’til one expires!)
Before the files we start to sort,
A throne is what one needs!
And we shall fill our Royal Court
With basement millipedes!
It will be the greatest empire ever seen …
For it’s here where I shall be Queen!
Here where all the heat’s hot,
Here atop a ti-re,
Nick the Chopper can-not
See us on his I.R.!
Sensor cannot penetrate the glow …
Rule on high from down below!
I have a plan so sinister,
The most ingenious yet!
And you shall be my Minister,
And run my Cabinet!
A radial from Fi-re-stone,
Shall be my seat of pow’r!
I’ll need a scepter and a throne!
(And Tip might need a shower!)
I’ll show the basement species what I mean!
I’ll rage against the copier machine!
And, barring any problems unforeseen,
Then it’s here where I shall be Queen!
Yes, it’s here where I …
Shall be Queen!
This is freaky: In an entirely different context, I parodied that song last night.
“If this is where bureaucracy is headed, count me out!
Out of Skin Horse, out of government, I wouldn’t hang about!
This dog is getting practically obscene-”
“Yes, it’s here where I shall be Queen!”
Hang on a minute, aren’t canids a lot MORE sensitive to sound than humans?
(Psychiatrists working in high-wacky-dialogue environments must have a hard time of it, is all I’m sayin’.)
I think it’s more about the neural response to said input. So what knocks out a human might only give animals a hangover.
Not at all related to this strip, but Skin Horse fans (and especially one of the co-creators) need to check out the latest xkcd “What If?” installment;
http://what-if.xkcd.com/
I’m less intrigued by a gloud of starling-filled air undergoing gravitational collapse, and more about the idea of fine tuning the gas cloud to be as diffuse as possible while still being able to sustain an atmosphere under it’s own weight.
In other words, what is THE MOST wispy and diffuse gas giant possible?
Alternately, the tallest atmosphere it would be practical to fly in around a small extremely dense core.
That dog is shaggier than Sweetheart.
In resopnse to davidbreslin101, I assumed that it was the difference in frequencies dogs and humans hear which was what she referred to. If the sonic stunner worked by making a piercing sound in the peak hearing range of the recipient, that could be it.
On the other hand, then it might not have stunned the other non-humans in the basement…which would mean that the snakes are still awake. Oh dear.
The cobras are harmless enough; I’m more worried about the effect the sonic weapon had in the crystal entities. Then there’s the mutant termites Marcie was working on…
You know, I’d be extremely bothered by someone getting a stack of papers that big out of order regardless of whether I had orders to “keep them collated”. It’s not that difficult to keep them together while skimming!
That said, oh dear, it seems Tip was given an uncompletable task that would absolutely require him to hold up all of the files looking for information he must have missed on the non-existent millipedes. I’m with whoever suggested in previous comments that this would all go more smoothly if everyone helped Sweetheart scan the files as quickly as possible, then the (digital) files could be distributed to all that need them.
You know, there was once a time where I viewed Sweetheart as the sanest member of the cast.