I’m going to write the epilogue to the other love triangle so the regular authors don’t have to. Sometimes I wonder if the authors appreciate my help as much as I deserve. But as Tolkien reminds us, humans are weak willed ingrates, and it is a cruel affront to their nature to demand better, so true heroes do not expect their reward while they still walk among the living, except for that horse’s ass Aragorn who only got thrown in because the truth represented by Frodo the Post-Traumatic was too scary for children.
Due to a bureaucratic mixup, Bravo and Alfa find themselves assigned to guard a rotting chicken carcass. They are overjoyed to meet Valiant again when he shows up to steal it. If he loved them as a rat, he must love their true selves as well. But Valiant snubs them. He had had the perfect rodentess — why would he want two ugly humans? It was the illusion he loved!
Bravo, whose physical toughness was always matched by his emotional fragility, cannot bear the searing pain and lets his seaweed mask habit get entirely out of control. Alfa assumes responsibility for his rehabilitation and turns to several bottles of amphetamines she stashed away during her years as a fighter pilot to keep her awake long enough to prevent Bravo from falling off the wagon. This backfires terribly, and they realize they are each other’s doom and must be separated no matter the cost. So the comic named after the Velveteen Rabbit, the pioneering work of body horror, does homage to two Cronenberg movies in one chapter.
Didn’t spot Human!Artie’s head coming in from off-panel at first, and thought that Gerbil!Artie was sitting in the chair from the beginning. That doesn’t explain the clothes, though.
My brain first parsed that as ‘Raindrops on roses and whiskey for kittens…’
I’ve been writing far too many bent lyrics for Lord of the Rings Online. But my first festival performance is in five hours, and then I can go back to my normal mayhem.
Aw, this makes me so happy. They’re so compatible! Smart, idealistic, and growing up with Mell means Sergio can take all kinds of weirdness in stride. <3
I understand there’s a room with a trampoline somewhere around, guys…
Coffee and overlong conversation on a trampoline? I don’t think that would work very well.
Depends on the cup design.
Like they were going to be paying attention to the coffee anyway…
Probably be too busy twining mahogany bodies around each other in every conceivable position…
I know genetic engineering is advanced in the Narboniverse, but I don’t think conception is a likely outcome of the scenario you paint.
They’ll likely need the services of a Fertility Clinic of Doubtful Sanity, or maybe just cutting-edge science ^_^
RE: Twining: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
Finally, long overdue conversation!
Oh. Coffee is mentioned, but Sergio seems to be drinking tea.
Eh, he can always get coffee for round two. I like both myself, and for a conversation like *that* I’d happily switch back and forth.
I could swear the robot edifice is smiling with just a single tear in the corner of its eye.
Yesssss my ship has officially sailed
Marisa, you officially rated a ROFL!
I’m going to write the epilogue to the other love triangle so the regular authors don’t have to. Sometimes I wonder if the authors appreciate my help as much as I deserve. But as Tolkien reminds us, humans are weak willed ingrates, and it is a cruel affront to their nature to demand better, so true heroes do not expect their reward while they still walk among the living, except for that horse’s ass Aragorn who only got thrown in because the truth represented by Frodo the Post-Traumatic was too scary for children.
Due to a bureaucratic mixup, Bravo and Alfa find themselves assigned to guard a rotting chicken carcass. They are overjoyed to meet Valiant again when he shows up to steal it. If he loved them as a rat, he must love their true selves as well. But Valiant snubs them. He had had the perfect rodentess — why would he want two ugly humans? It was the illusion he loved!
Bravo, whose physical toughness was always matched by his emotional fragility, cannot bear the searing pain and lets his seaweed mask habit get entirely out of control. Alfa assumes responsibility for his rehabilitation and turns to several bottles of amphetamines she stashed away during her years as a fighter pilot to keep her awake long enough to prevent Bravo from falling off the wagon. This backfires terribly, and they realize they are each other’s doom and must be separated no matter the cost. So the comic named after the Velveteen Rabbit, the pioneering work of body horror, does homage to two Cronenberg movies in one chapter.
Just one question, Mr. Wernstrom. Why would Alfa and Bravo’s reassignment to the less rigorous demands of guard duty be a “bureaucratic mixup”?
Maybe it was supposed to be extirpation.
David: It’s a bureacratic mixup because Dr Engelbright has no idea how Echo Bravo keeps getting assigned to her.
If their actual objective was to get Artie moving, the mission was a complete success. Finding Sergio is probably just a bonus.
Just gotta say, this is my favorite story arc since “Once and Future.”
I’m glad Tip is considerate and sensitive enough to leave himself -out- of this conversation. 😉
He’s probably busy coming up with cute ensembles for the rats.
This morning’s strip is one of the most adorable things I’ve seen in quite a while, and I needed it. Thanks.
Is anyone still counting off-panel head inserts?
Didn’t spot Human!Artie’s head coming in from off-panel at first, and thought that Gerbil!Artie was sitting in the chair from the beginning. That doesn’t explain the clothes, though.
That would probably have worked, too.
My kingdom for the moment the name “Mell” is mentioned.
Which Kingdom would that be?
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Did you steal Homeschool Joe’s nation after he went home to behave?
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . .
My brain first parsed that as ‘Raindrops on roses and whiskey for kittens…’
I’ve been writing far too many bent lyrics for Lord of the Rings Online. But my first festival performance is in five hours, and then I can go back to my normal mayhem.
Just a couple more songs to finish.
Well, it was beer, not whisky, and Cinnamon is hardly a kitten, but it’s close.
Ooooooohhhhhh, we’re halfway the-errre,
Ooooooooohhhh! Kitten on a chair—!
Story finish line? Or starting line?
Yes.
I believe new stories always start on Mondays.
Kim Luc: This is me.
Hawkeye: Well, you wouldn’t like about a thing like that.
Aw, this makes me so happy. They’re so compatible! Smart, idealistic, and growing up with Mell means Sergio can take all kinds of weirdness in stride. <3