Considering that Pavane can, in some so far unknown manner, control a space ship, I’m not at all sure that Moustachio’s body will prove as immovable and unescapable as they hope …
I’m not positive if this is Moustachio’s original torso or a replacement, but Nigel the Anti-Gravity Ferret separated him and Hitty right before they got on the ship:
Because poison always goes wrong. Either you use too little, or you poison someone else by accident. If you shoot them, you can then double-tap to make sure they’re dead.
Plus, it makes them actually _work_ to explain their inevitable survival and return in act three. You can just handwave poison.
One can even poison somebody too late, as happened in one of Agatha Christie’s Poirot stories: The Mysterious Affair at Styles. The victim was taking a very dilute solution of strychnine (a common “tonic” at the time); the poisoners added a small amount of potassium bromide to the bottle, causing strychnine to precipitate out, so that when the victim drank the last dose from that bottle, she got a fatal overdose. This happened several days after the KaBr was added; unfortunately for the murderers the victim had in the meantime changed her will so none of her hangers-on would benefit, thus, she hoped, removing any temptation to murder her!
I don’t know if bees work this way, but lots of wasps have a queen morph but the worker morphs are not completely infertile. Also, the way bees determine sex is by chromosome count. Queens can give birth to male offspring without needing a male. They require a male to have female offspring.
Okay, so they’re traveling in a spaceship and they just locked up the pilot. Can Tigerlily fly this thing? Not seeing much thinking or planning going on here.
I REALLY want to know how they wrangled her inside Moustachio.
I’m going to go with something involving fly paper, a vacuum cleaner and 200 yards of mint flavored dental floss.
Well, it had to have some rather volatile aroma to allow Sweetheart to follow the thread during the antimatter induced blackout, and in spite of the maillard reaction going on within the life support systems.
Pavane in Moustachio’s torso. Complains of their uses of force, oh. She sees them as tratiors ’cause they’re like their creators. It’s true, yes they are, only more so.
In the words of the late, great Gilbert Gottfried: YOU FOOL!
In the immortal words of Otter: “You fucked up. You trusted us.”
Moustachio’s torso is a useful device.
As they say, beauty is in the eye of the bee holder!
(Insert applause GIF)
Anyone remember beeserker? https://web.archive.org/web/20110905062630/http://www.beeserker.com/?page_id=44
Considering that Pavane can, in some so far unknown manner, control a space ship, I’m not at all sure that Moustachio’s body will prove as immovable and unescapable as they hope …
It was amazing what Skitter from Worm could do with a swarm of bugs.
Isn’t that Hitty? Didn’t Moustachio’s original torso get lost or destroyed in some way?
I’m not positive if this is Moustachio’s original torso or a replacement, but Nigel the Anti-Gravity Ferret separated him and Hitty right before they got on the ship:
https://skin-horse.com/comic/that-way/
https://skin-horse.com/comic/said-gavotte-3/
While dear Moustachio did indeed interface with Hitty for some time, he has had his own mobility restored, thanks to Nigel.
Rule number one, when someone says “trust no one”, shoot them in the face before they betray you in act three.
Why shoot when you can poison in act two?
Because poison always goes wrong. Either you use too little, or you poison someone else by accident. If you shoot them, you can then double-tap to make sure they’re dead.
Plus, it makes them actually _work_ to explain their inevitable survival and return in act three. You can just handwave poison.
The chalice from the palace has the brew that is true … I think.
The flagon with the dragon holds the brew that is true. The chalice from the palace is no good for you.
Or was it the vessel with the pestle?
The vial in the pile will kill in a while.
I’ve spent the last few years developing an immunity to iocaine powder.
INCONCEIVABLE!
Throw them off a cliff. As I told my GM once: you can’t dodge falling damage.
*cough*..*cough*…Monk class…*cough*
Feather fall spell.
You can turn into a gerbil or land in a full swimming pool.
Don’t be silly- who would ever think of such a thing?
Rocks fall, everyone dies
One can even poison somebody too late, as happened in one of Agatha Christie’s Poirot stories: The Mysterious Affair at Styles. The victim was taking a very dilute solution of strychnine (a common “tonic” at the time); the poisoners added a small amount of potassium bromide to the bottle, causing strychnine to precipitate out, so that when the victim drank the last dose from that bottle, she got a fatal overdose. This happened several days after the KaBr was added; unfortunately for the murderers the victim had in the meantime changed her will so none of her hangers-on would benefit, thus, she hoped, removing any temptation to murder her!
Nice distraction… now that the surviving swarm bees are locked up, Sweetheart can sniff out the hive and the Queen Pavane!
Queens are just baby making machines, why are we looking for Pavane’s womb?
Well, we don’t want her making any more babies, do we? At least not for a while.
Woah now, putting your opponents in prison is a whole other level than controlling their reproduction!
😛
If you lock someone up with no members of the opposite sex, you are kinda controlling their reproduction… 🙂
I don’t know if bees work this way, but lots of wasps have a queen morph but the worker morphs are not completely infertile. Also, the way bees determine sex is by chromosome count. Queens can give birth to male offspring without needing a male. They require a male to have female offspring.
…from full on donnybrook to fait accompli.
… the effect of Tip’s wish-on-a-star?
Thank you, casimir! I haven’t seen “donnybrook” used in a sentence in far too long! 😉
It’s interesting to conjecture whether Tip’s pent-up mojo could have influenced the fait accompli, is it not?
Okay, so they’re traveling in a spaceship and they just locked up the pilot. Can Tigerlily fly this thing? Not seeing much thinking or planning going on here.
I think you don’t understand mad science….
KT is a pantologist, which is supposed to mean she’s an expert in everything, pants included. She must know how to steer a flying saucer.
“You are far too trusting.”
Sweet dreams are made of bees,
Who am I to diss a bee?
Travel the world and seven seas,
Everybody’s looking for… bees
Nice. Keep going…
Some of them want to buzz you.
Some of them want to get buzzed by you.
Some of them want to sting you.
Some of them just want to get stung!
I heard this in my head
Resort to thuggery…oh for shame!
Staple grill shut…trust no one!
Can it be the bees that makes the pleas aware of tragic inhume? Oh, no, it isn’t the bees, it’s beehive doom.
“You’re too much like your creators after all.”
“Oh? And you’re not?”
They’re like Shaenon and Jeff?
Insane, yet lovable? Yes. Yes, I am.
I REALLY want to know how they wrangled her inside Moustachio.
I’m going to go with something involving fly paper, a vacuum cleaner and 200 yards of mint flavored dental floss.
Nice science experiment….I don’t want to try it.
Why mint flavored? Standard floss should work just fine. Okay, I’m going to quit now before I start drawing up diagrams.
Well, it had to have some rather volatile aroma to allow Sweetheart to follow the thread during the antimatter induced blackout, and in spite of the maillard reaction going on within the life support systems.
Only the finest Montana-grown dental floss is good enough!
Properly harvested with a pair of heavy-duty zircon-encrusted tweezers.
“Movin’ to Montana soon…”
Maybe Unity ate all the bees and then barfed them back up into Moustachio. Disturbing, yes, but just about as plausible as any other explanation.
Pavane in Moustachio’s torso. Complains of their uses of force, oh. She sees them as tratiors ’cause they’re like their creators. It’s true, yes they are, only more so.
Solid burn from Sweetheart!