Since Renard bankrolled H. T.’s political activity (or whatever share his online comic collaboration with Leo didn’t cover), one must think he’s able to make a credible offer.
Then you get into terminal guidance issues, and even if you could outfit the turtles with some kind of gliding gear there would have to be a training program to make them effective.
OTOH giving someone a face full of flying turtle might be a hoot.
True, but Ernest Goes to Camp showed us that if you use enough turtles and enough little parachutes for them and your aim is close enough, they can still deal some damage.
Time for a murder turtle surprise!
In retrospect, those threats to murder Renard in his sleep are looking a little hollow.
Actually, the only way they could do it is if the target was unconscious.
Renard could offer this guy a better salary and benefits.
That really only works if the offer is credible.
Since Renard bankrolled H. T.’s political activity (or whatever share his online comic collaboration with Leo didn’t cover), one must think he’s able to make a credible offer.
Except his broker no longer recognizes him.
Unless there’s 649 more from where #12 came you’re in big trouble.
See? They need to find some Sicilian eagles to partner with. Maybe then they’ll be able to drop from high enough to do damage.
Then you get into terminal guidance issues, and even if you could outfit the turtles with some kind of gliding gear there would have to be a training program to make them effective.
OTOH giving someone a face full of flying turtle might be a hoot.
A solution to the guidance issue, at least, can be found in Small Gods by Terry Pratchett. It is not one the eagles would be happy with.
(Thumbs up) Just what I was thinking.
True, but Ernest Goes to Camp showed us that if you use enough turtles and enough little parachutes for them and your aim is close enough, they can still deal some damage.
Well, if the turtle had a power drill, and their soldier victim had a lot of patience, that helmet could be a goner!
They could drill below the helmet on the back of the neck. Bye-bye brain stem.
I love #12’s look of determination.
DEATH FROM ABOVE! – Dominick Deegan.
Maybe #12 should take the name “Bam-Bam.”