Well I guess I could point out that she brushes off sweetheart for scolding her like one of those obnoxious arrogant school teachers we’ve all had to put up with once in our lives, then demonstrates that she’s not in a mental position to do that. (Well technically she is, that’s where they usually put people of her mental disposition unfortunatly for us.)
I will now subdue this bad madwoman,
Do it with the pow’r of my mind!
It was me that did it, I’m assumin’,
Takin’ names and kickin’ behind!
So better crack a cold one!
I am the greatest!
Crack me a cold one!
I am a star!
Yeah, crack me now a cold one!
Drinkin’ it straightest!
Chill ‘er more for me,
A Miller or a PBR!
Sorry to say I cannot stand any of the three beers mentioned.
To paraphrase a euphemism a friend once used – “Canoe Beer”.
Smithwicks, Guinness, or somewhere in-between is my idea of a ‘relaxing cold one’. A bit more body than the ‘consume mass quantities’ brews.
Out of curiosity I should go back and re-read to see what Dave drank – although I think he was on the floor from drinking Vanilla Coke and pathos at least once.
I suspect that this woman has run into so much weird shit as an A-Sig field operative that her Occam’s Razor is badly blunted. Either that, or it’s another example of “too dumb to question orders” hiring practices.
tune: “Boom Clap,” Charlotte Aitchison, Fredrik Berger, Patrik Berger & Stefan Gräslund, recorded by Charli XCX
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! KLIK!
Nan Darling’s goin’ down
And that Ramshambler’s next
I stun her with the power of my mind
I’ve just contained her with
Some extreme prejudice
We’re Anasigma, bitches, try us and you’ll find
We bring the hell!
Beep! Klik! The power’s turned off
The drone goes “WHUMP”
A-whumb-a-whump-a-whump-a
Beep! Klik! I think I’m a star
Crack one for me
Crack one for me now
And now I’m imagining a Skin Horse/Moulon Rouge crossover.
“Fortunately, at that moment an unconscious remote drone fell through my roof. It was followed by a man dressed as a model. It turned out they were rehearsing a play called Madtacular Madtacular. Unfortunately, the drone suffered from a sickness called Narolepsy.”
Wow, I know there’s something witty I’m supposed to say or addess here but I just don’t know what or how. So can someone else do that for me?
Sure thing! You see, *beep* *klik* *WHUMP*
Well, a big thing to comment on would be the fact that the almonds are running the nuthouse.
Well I guess I could point out that she brushes off sweetheart for scolding her like one of those obnoxious arrogant school teachers we’ve all had to put up with once in our lives, then demonstrates that she’s not in a mental position to do that. (Well technically she is, that’s where they usually put people of her mental disposition unfortunatly for us.)
Helluva time to get booted out!
(TUNE: “Hot Stuff”, Donna Summer)
I will now subdue this bad madwoman,
Do it with the pow’r of my mind!
It was me that did it, I’m assumin’,
Takin’ names and kickin’ behind!
So better crack a cold one!
I am the greatest!
Crack me a cold one!
I am a star!
Yeah, crack me now a cold one!
Drinkin’ it straightest!
Chill ‘er more for me,
A Miller or a PBR!
Naw, man, she’s strictly Milwaukee’s Best.
Sorry to say I cannot stand any of the three beers mentioned.
To paraphrase a euphemism a friend once used – “Canoe Beer”.
Smithwicks, Guinness, or somewhere in-between is my idea of a ‘relaxing cold one’. A bit more body than the ‘consume mass quantities’ brews.
Out of curiosity I should go back and re-read to see what Dave drank – although I think he was on the floor from drinking Vanilla Coke and pathos at least once.
I recall that the floor of the local bar tasted like Red Stripe…
Echo Bravo carries cold ones around with him?
I think they’re needed for proper shoe care.
He works for Anasigma in a “flunky” position. I’m surprised he doesn’t keep a flask of something stronger for “medicinal purposes”.
Oh, dear. Just when Sweetheart was about to have a proper rampage.
I suspect that this woman has run into so much weird shit as an A-Sig field operative that her Occam’s Razor is badly blunted. Either that, or it’s another example of “too dumb to question orders” hiring practices.
I’d put my bet on “was smart but has had to many close encounters”
tune: “Boom Clap,” Charlotte Aitchison, Fredrik Berger, Patrik Berger & Stefan Gräslund, recorded by Charli XCX
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! KLIK!
Nan Darling’s goin’ down
And that Ramshambler’s next
I stun her with the power of my mind
I’ve just contained her with
Some extreme prejudice
We’re Anasigma, bitches, try us and you’ll find
We bring the hell!
Beep! Klik! The power’s turned off
The drone goes “WHUMP”
A-whumb-a-whump-a-whump-a
Beep! Klik! I think I’m a star
Crack one for me
Crack one for me now
And now I’m imagining a Skin Horse/Moulon Rouge crossover.
“Fortunately, at that moment an unconscious remote drone fell through my roof. It was followed by a man dressed as a model. It turned out they were rehearsing a play called Madtacular Madtacular. Unfortunately, the drone suffered from a sickness called Narolepsy.”
It occurs to me that *any* of them could now hop in and out of the clone suit once in the institute, which could have some interesting results..
Ooooo! A “Mad” doing a Sybil! I hadn’t thought of that!
That is good! That is very good!
Of course Tip would feel compelled to dress it in masculine clothes… I suspect a swarm of bees would be either impossible, entertaining, or both…
I don’t know why you think that. He’s done plenty of makeovers of girls, and he’s always done them in a feminine manner.
And why would Tip dress the drone in masculine clothes? He doesn’t dress himself in masculine clothes.
Little Orphan Annie mode activate!
I have come up with a truly marvelous quip which this margin is too narrow to contain.