One, two! One, two! Destroy! Destroy!
The destroyed blade went snickerdestroy.
He destroyed it destroyed, and with its destroy
He went destroying back.
So it’s a Jersey Devil? I don’t remember them saying that. On a related note I’ve always assiociated the Jersey Devil with the Jabberwocky but I don’t know why.
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That Jersey Devil made their lives all hell.
That Jersey Devil caught their personnel.
Those chills hit Hitty down her robo-spine,
Once Number Three put it on the line .
And with the caterwauling right outside,
The safe house denizens will start to hide.
And pound for pound they show, while bound and bound they go,
Like lost souls preoccupied.
They should hunt it down but can it be done?
They hear the name and they feel shame,
Feel shame their place is turning quagmire.
Cobras, robots are caught in crossfire.
He is the monster unabated for.
They can wait, equivocated for.
The safe house where they’re now confined.
And pound and pound they show, while bound and bound they go.
They stay trapped, stuck in the trap that they’re in,
Stuck in that tragic thereof…
—from “That Old Black Magic,” Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer, maybe you remember it sung by Frank Sinatra…
Destroy the Destroy, my destroy!
The destroy that destroy, the destroy that destroy!
Destroy the destroy Destroy, and destroy
The destroy Destroy!
Joy!
Not joy >:(
They’re a bit more like murder-smurfs.
Destroy.
There have been a lot of great filks written here, but this may be my all-time favorite.
And as in destroyed thought he stood, the Destroywock with eyes of destroy
Came destroying through the destroyed woods, and destroyed as it came!
One, two! One, two! Destroy! Destroy!
The destroyed blade went snickerdestroy.
He destroyed it destroyed, and with its destroy
He went destroying back.
So it’s a Jersey Devil? I don’t remember them saying that. On a related note I’ve always assiociated the Jersey Devil with the Jabberwocky but I don’t know why.
I can tell you in one word.
Is it “beware?”
How about “asaaasaaaaaa”
Or “monster”
Or “danger”
How about “nude”
Don’t be redic… no wait, this is Skin Horse.
http://skin-horse.com/comic/particularly-charming/ this and the next one mention it~
They’re both big dragon-like things that have very strange posture, facial structure, and bodily proportions in canonical depictions
And they both begin with J.
They both hang out in the woods!
They both make notes that are rather flat!
“He told it wrong…and since when do Irishmen drop their aitches?”
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What if they threw an orgy and nobody came?
I’m quite capable of holding an orgy all by my lonesomes, thank you very much.
Hitty seems to have an amazing ability to read between the lines… even when it is a single line or a single word.
Painting a real word picture, there.
(I love these robots /so much/!)
Wondering when and how Killotron #1 gained the ability to speak in relatively coherent human English.
I belatedly noticed the extent to which Killbot #3 communicates with arm gestures. As such this is my attempt to interpret the conversation from http://skin-horse.com/comic/particularly-charming/ :
“What are you doing here?”
“My job.”
“I have a job to do and you are in the way!”
“Service is my only joy.”
“Exactly!”
(Shields lowered.)
How many Killbots are there?
Three, total.
Well, maybe somebody could make a few more.
DESTROY!
That Jersey Devil made their lives all hell.
That Jersey Devil caught their personnel.
Those chills hit Hitty down her robo-spine,
Once Number Three put it on the line .
And with the caterwauling right outside,
The safe house denizens will start to hide.
And pound for pound they show, while bound and bound they go,
Like lost souls preoccupied.
They should hunt it down but can it be done?
They hear the name and they feel shame,
Feel shame their place is turning quagmire.
Cobras, robots are caught in crossfire.
He is the monster unabated for.
They can wait, equivocated for.
The safe house where they’re now confined.
And pound and pound they show, while bound and bound they go.
They stay trapped, stuck in the trap that they’re in,
Stuck in that tragic thereof…
—from “That Old Black Magic,” Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer, maybe you remember it sung by Frank Sinatra…
Kilobot #3 is surprisingly eloquent. I’m surprised he isn’t a poet in his spare time. Maybe he/it publishes under a pseudonym.
Without the “Ahem” in panel two it wouldn’t have been nearly so eloquent.
So, when’s the Penguin going to show up?
Quite suddenly I realized how similar the Killbots are to The Smurfs.
They just need one with a red hat.