And thus ends the reign of Zombie Catgirl Supersoldier Not-Princess Not-Undead Doggybro Nanogoop. Alas, all that remains is Zombie Supersoldier Not-Princess Not-Undead Doggybro Nanogoop.
Actual rats with wings are more Ursula Vernon’s speed, though I suppose it wouldn’t be any surprise to see them in Shaenon+Jeff world with all the mad biologists.
I just imagined Digger and trader Manuel coming through here on the way home. Then I had a moment of deep sympathy for the rest of this world should that occur.
Skin Horse is shrinking, shrinking, shrinking …
After an ear theft!
Sweetheart is thinking, thinking, thinking …
Only one here left!
CHORUS:
You’re gonna fly with an ear, gull,
Fly away!
Fly with an ear, gull,
Zombie saying, “What the hey?!”
You’re gonna fly with an ear, gull,
To the Bay …
Though they’re just decoration!
Ginny ran off
In search of fun and booze!
Threw the plan off!
Machine we cannot use!
Zombie can scoff …
Her ears she then will lose!
They’re accessorization! (repeat CHORUS)
Prob’ly sat in bed with his curlers in, eating saltines and sulking if his last appearance is any clue. Of course, he could be getting into trouble offstage somewhere.
That seagull better watch it. Even Unity’s disembodied ears can probably kill you all by themselves.
This raises the question of how a community of necrotic sentients manage to live near the ocean and not get swarmed by seabirds? Maybe the liberal application of shotguns? Zombies with shotguns sounds like a rather scary inversion of pretty much every zombie survival game ever.
If the necrotic sentients are as organized and cognizant as they appear to be (feudal government transitioning to democratic; diplomatic relations with other sentients, etc.) the seagulls may be less of a problem than a free snack to be harvested by an industry. The undead equivalent of popcorn farmers.
Oh, no! Not the EARS?!
Nooooooooo!!! The ears were super cute!
And thus ends the reign of Zombie Catgirl Supersoldier Not-Princess Not-Undead Doggybro Nanogoop. Alas, all that remains is Zombie Supersoldier Not-Princess Not-Undead Doggybro Nanogoop.
That was cruel! T_T
Damn seagulls! They’re just rats with wings. Without, you know, actually being rats with wings.
Actual rats with wings are more Ursula Vernon’s speed, though I suppose it wouldn’t be any surprise to see them in Shaenon+Jeff world with all the mad biologists.
Helen has done gerbils with wings…
I just imagined Digger and trader Manuel coming through here on the way home. Then I had a moment of deep sympathy for the rest of this world should that occur.
I’m not sure whether I’d feel sorrier for the rest of the world… or for Digger. Neither one would come out of it unscathed, I’m sure.
(Trader Manuel can probably handle himself, though. The bandersnatch too.)
Post-Zombies, Rod Argent’s band Argent produced one great song, 1972’s “Hold Your Head Up”:
And if you’re standing in a graveyard with ears so tasty
I’m gonna grab ’em with a “scraw,” my claws are that hasty
Rrrrip your ears off. Gonna
Rrrrip your ears off. Gonna
Rrrrip your ears off. Gonna
Fly them away
And if your style involves a bobcat that ends up dying
Then this is karma, bobcat vengeance. Commence good-byeing
Rrrrip your ears off. Gonna
Rrrrip your ears off. Gonna
Rrrrip your ears off. Gonna
Fly them away
Rrrrip your ears off
Rrrrip your ears off
Rrrrip your ears off
Rrrrip your ears off
Only a year late, but mega-kudos Manifesta! Now I want to hear Argent play it with your lyrics.
How does that Ian Fleming quote go? ‘Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action’
(TUNE: “Fly Like An Eagle”, Steve Miller Band)
Skin Horse is shrinking, shrinking, shrinking …
After an ear theft!
Sweetheart is thinking, thinking, thinking …
Only one here left!
CHORUS:
You’re gonna fly with an ear, gull,
Fly away!
Fly with an ear, gull,
Zombie saying, “What the hey?!”
You’re gonna fly with an ear, gull,
To the Bay …
Though they’re just decoration!
Ginny ran off
In search of fun and booze!
Threw the plan off!
Machine we cannot use!
Zombie can scoff …
Her ears she then will lose!
They’re accessorization!
(repeat CHORUS)
That seagull is so going to regret that, once it eats the ears.
I wonder where she might fit a pair of seagull wings as accessories?
The shoulders, maybe? As a pair of feathery epaulettes.
More than likely as a new hat.
Ankles !
Larus et Lazarus?
Wait, where’s Tip? He was with them last I checked…
…has Tip gone off with a zombie?
Yup, was wondering the same.
Prob’ly sat in bed with his curlers in, eating saltines and sulking if his last appearance is any clue. Of course, he could be getting into trouble offstage somewhere.
His last appearance was in the background behind Norton I when he was asking where Dr Lee was with the Brain machine.
I was asking the same question as Greenygal? Even went back to see.
But where will the spiders live, now?
In her new hat made out of an undead seagull.
That seagull better watch it. Even Unity’s disembodied ears can probably kill you all by themselves.
This raises the question of how a community of necrotic sentients manage to live near the ocean and not get swarmed by seabirds? Maybe the liberal application of shotguns? Zombies with shotguns sounds like a rather scary inversion of pretty much every zombie survival game ever.
If the necrotic sentients are as organized and cognizant as they appear to be (feudal government transitioning to democratic; diplomatic relations with other sentients, etc.) the seagulls may be less of a problem than a free snack to be harvested by an industry. The undead equivalent of popcorn farmers.
Seagulls ARE rats with wings. The feathers are just cosplay.
Prediction: The seagull eats the ears, getting UNITY in its bloodstream by doing so, and then goes off in the third act.
Why is everybody is focusing on the seagull, with the ominous “Ten little non-zombies” referenced by Sweetheart?
Seagulls truly are the bastards of the sky.