But Unity will eat him then, instead of the Biomass!
Maybe he should cover himself in fertilizer and run around yelling “I WORK FOR ANASIGMA”… but maybe that’d get him eaten by the razor carrots instead. Tough choices!
Yep, the trouble with asking, “Who do I have to screw around here to get hired?” is that someone might offer to take you up on it. Then that presents an entirely different moral decision on your part. How desperate ARE you for a job? And I wish I didn’t know that from experience, too.
I guess if the Biomass now insists on being selective, and Their Unity is leaving, it’ll just be Their Zombie Ben Franklin, Their Zombie Fox Hat, and Their J. Law…there anybody else we know?
What do I gotta do, to make you eat me?
What do I gotta do, to make you share?
What do I do if you don’t like me?
And you tell me now that you don’t care?
What do I gotta do, to make you take me?
What can I do, I’m just a nerd!
And now you tell me, it’s selective.
“Eat me” seems to be a dirty word.
It’s bad, so bad,
It’s a bad swamp integration,
And I’m getting less and less absorbed.
It’s bad, so bad,
Why can’t you take me over?
Oh, it seem to be,
That “Eat me” seems to be a dirty word.
—“Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word,” Elton John.
Maybe the Biomass could split in two, then four and eight and sixteen, for greater unity through improved ideological purity. Better out than in, if you don’t approve of the collective’s direction. What’s the word for a collective with just one member?
Also, I love this storyline and its partial resolution by (as someone else said) Chekhov’s fanfic. I’m sure whatever will happen will be a better idea than whatever I can come up with.
Years from now, Sergio will be relaxing with a glass of red wine, and reflecting on his adventures. When he gets to this point, the only thing that will come to mind was “What was I thinking!” There will be no good answer.
…I guess this is how NPCs typically feel whenever they appear on a scene five minutes after my gaming party has left it.
Flashback to Agent “K” screaming “Eat Me!”
I’m still hoping we could see the return of director english, I miss his moody sarcastic tone.
This is so ridiculous I can’t even
Cover yourself in BBQ sauce Sergio!
But Unity will eat him then, instead of the Biomass!
Maybe he should cover himself in fertilizer and run around yelling “I WORK FOR ANASIGMA”… but maybe that’d get him eaten by the razor carrots instead. Tough choices!
You should never appear that desperate at a job interview. You’ll never get hired that way, I wish I didn’t know that from experiance.
Yep, the trouble with asking, “Who do I have to screw around here to get hired?” is that someone might offer to take you up on it. Then that presents an entirely different moral decision on your part. How desperate ARE you for a job? And I wish I didn’t know that from experience, too.
How? You either bring the deck of cards for the Blackjack, or you bring the hookers. Then they’ll consider devouring you.
I guess if the Biomass now insists on being selective, and Their Unity is leaving, it’ll just be Their Zombie Ben Franklin, Their Zombie Fox Hat, and Their J. Law…there anybody else we know?
The Emperor?
Sergio wants to be… a plant.
What do I gotta do, to make you eat me?
What do I gotta do, to make you share?
What do I do if you don’t like me?
And you tell me now that you don’t care?
What do I gotta do, to make you take me?
What can I do, I’m just a nerd!
And now you tell me, it’s selective.
“Eat me” seems to be a dirty word.
It’s bad, so bad,
It’s a bad swamp integration,
And I’m getting less and less absorbed.
It’s bad, so bad,
Why can’t you take me over?
Oh, it seem to be,
That “Eat me” seems to be a dirty word.
—“Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word,” Elton John.
That was surprisingly soulful. Bernie Taupin would be impressed.
That deserves a shout out just for the line “It’s a bad swap integration.” Genius at work.
Well, the punchline in today’s strip handed me a great opening…
Maybe the Biomass could split in two, then four and eight and sixteen, for greater unity through improved ideological purity. Better out than in, if you don’t approve of the collective’s direction. What’s the word for a collective with just one member?
Also, I love this storyline and its partial resolution by (as someone else said) Chekhov’s fanfic. I’m sure whatever will happen will be a better idea than whatever I can come up with.
To quote Havelock Vetinari, if there are two sides to an argument, you should quickly make sure that there becomes 200.
Years from now, Sergio will be relaxing with a glass of red wine, and reflecting on his adventures. When he gets to this point, the only thing that will come to mind was “What was I thinking!” There will be no good answer.