The fact Artie too appears drained of mojo makes me rethink everything! Perhaps they aren’t drained so much as starved? Reality blindness makes it impossible to perceive how fabulous they are so the feedback loop is broken?
Yeah, it’s not like they know any mad scientists with time on their hands that could make a desalinator (either spring-powered or directed by a disembodied brain).
It’s the one in DC that’s supposed to be drained.
Now now. Let’s avoid wandering into _that_ bog.
I would assume neither Ms. Swamp or her daughter would relocate *there*…
I mean, a sewer swamp has standards.
Hey, now–that hasn’t been a “swamp” since Tricky Dick! It’s a toxic waste dump rivaling Flint, MI or Love Canal!
True. Swamps are natural and serve an important purpose.
dealing with Mel has given artie an advantage when it comes to unity.
The fact Artie too appears drained of mojo makes me rethink everything! Perhaps they aren’t drained so much as starved? Reality blindness makes it impossible to perceive how fabulous they are so the feedback loop is broken?
You might have something there.
A water source? Somewhere near Colma? Surely you jest, Artie. There’s no water within miles… of… um… wait………..
Salt water wouldn’t be any good.
Perhaps they can hijack San Francisco’s water supply? I’m sure Unity wouldn’t mind blowing up an aqueduct or two.
There’s Los Angeles’s supply. If blowing up aqueducts and dams are your thing, there’s lots of people in the Owens Valley area who’d likely help.
Colma is right next door to San Fran. It’s almost 350 miles from Los Angeles. Where’s an interdimensional portal when you need one?
Yeah, it’s not like they know any mad scientists with time on their hands that could make a desalinator (either spring-powered or directed by a disembodied brain).
How do we know salt water wouldn’t help the swamp? It’s not exactly an example of ordinary plant life.
Probably she (the swamp) said so.
There is “mad science” then there is “mad cocktails”
Sewers have blast doors?
In my youth, I once inadvertently blew the seat off a methane filled outhouse. True story.
Perhaps not originally, but once you start having products of Mad Science down them, it’s a basic precaution.
This reminds me of a Monty Python bit. I think it was only on one of their albums, though:
Patron: You wouldn’t happen to have anything less ‘ducky’, would you?
Bartender: How ’bout a Dog Turd and Tonic?
Now I have “The Chemists’ Drinking Song” running through my head:
http://www-cs.canisius.edu/~salley/SCA/Bardbook/chemist.html