Dr. Engelbright does not underestimate herself. She could have anyone. But presidents and popes bore her. She’s a realist, she knows there isn’t just one person on Earth who’s right for her. She needs a mind that is precious. Sculpted. And not in Dr. Lee’s crude physical way. Engelbright prefers a softer scalpel. Everything starts with words. Unless you are clumsy, words are enough.
Engelbright also has a mother complex. No, not the basic kind. She does not need some overweening power to take control. There are just things that she would like to work out, to correct. An ideal familiar would address those needs, so that is the kind she shall have. She needs a mind with potential, but broken, so the bone can be reset properly.
Engelbright wants Melanie, the former fragment of Gavotte’s group consciousness. And she has a plan how to get her. That’s step one out of three — just three, because subgoals should not be open ended. Investment must be followed by exploitation. Means should not become ends.
Well we have a 3 musketeers style rat, I’d be pretty fun to have some 20’s gangster style rat’s too… plus it would lend itself to a, “I smell a rat” joke when the a-sig robo-rat is around.
Those look like shot glasses rather than thimbles.
You can make wine from fermenting oranges, but I’m pretty sure you leave out the peel. Perhaps just a touch of Mad Science is involved?
You can make various versions of limoncello, some of which are not necessarily lemon-flavored, and I have it on good authority that one would include citrus peel in such recipes, so it seems reasonable that one could include various citrus-peel flavors in wine or beer, should one so desire. Not that I’m an expert or anything, but I know people.
That’s peel added to alcohol, though, not alcohol made from peels. Perhaps Segio didn’t understand the rat’s description of the creation process, or just isn’t being clear due to being drunk on the rat equivalent of bathtub gin,
Hey, if they can make a good beer with old orange peels, they should try replacing the sugar with honey. Meading rinds would be a great product of Mad Science.
There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here.
With these pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
I tried to get back to Anasigma at last
The infil-ter-ation fell flat on its ass.
And I’m stuck in the sewer, a bad atmosphere.
Pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
A rat knight is charmin’ the rodent machine.
One operator’s falling, the other is mean.
And a kiddie-dressed cat wanders ‘round without fear.
Packs rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
No, I don’t fit in with extirpation crowd.
I’m a little too brainy and a little too proud.
There’s no place I’d rather be than right here,
With these pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
The robot veers loud between hatred and love.
The troops are amassing in the streets far above
The time’s running short, and they’ll all soon be here.
Pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here,
With my pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
—from “Rednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer,” written by Bob McDill and Wayland Holyfield, sung by Johnny Russell.
That’s Artie and Sergio sorted, now we can return to the main characters’ descent into codependent madness. As Valiant has not yet said to Echo Bravo, “I get it. Alfa’s the sweet one, and you’re the shit.”
Hey Alfa, I bet you’ll be able to operate the drone longer if you start taking amphetamines.
I ship this so hard….
Lotta good ships in this storyline.
You don’t have to. It’s right here. Now, something like, say, Konstantin / Dr. Engelbright, that’d be tough…
True, because Konstantin’s heart belongs to Gerda.
Dr. Engelbright does not underestimate herself. She could have anyone. But presidents and popes bore her. She’s a realist, she knows there isn’t just one person on Earth who’s right for her. She needs a mind that is precious. Sculpted. And not in Dr. Lee’s crude physical way. Engelbright prefers a softer scalpel. Everything starts with words. Unless you are clumsy, words are enough.
Engelbright also has a mother complex. No, not the basic kind. She does not need some overweening power to take control. There are just things that she would like to work out, to correct. An ideal familiar would address those needs, so that is the kind she shall have. She needs a mind with potential, but broken, so the bone can be reset properly.
Engelbright wants Melanie, the former fragment of Gavotte’s group consciousness. And she has a plan how to get her. That’s step one out of three — just three, because subgoals should not be open ended. Investment must be followed by exploitation. Means should not become ends.
I detect strong “Prohibition-era moonshine” vibes…
Well we have a 3 musketeers style rat, I’d be pretty fun to have some 20’s gangster style rat’s too… plus it would lend itself to a, “I smell a rat” joke when the a-sig robo-rat is around.
Those look like shot glasses rather than thimbles.
You can make wine from fermenting oranges, but I’m pretty sure you leave out the peel. Perhaps just a touch of Mad Science is involved?
You can make various versions of limoncello, some of which are not necessarily lemon-flavored, and I have it on good authority that one would include citrus peel in such recipes, so it seems reasonable that one could include various citrus-peel flavors in wine or beer, should one so desire. Not that I’m an expert or anything, but I know people.
That’s peel added to alcohol, though, not alcohol made from peels. Perhaps Segio didn’t understand the rat’s description of the creation process, or just isn’t being clear due to being drunk on the rat equivalent of bathtub gin,
(And now I want to try some limoncello.)
My sister actually made wine from orange peels once. I thought it was horrible, but then I don’t like wine to begin with.
Ahh but if your getting hammered in a sewer with a bunch of rodents – well you drink their kind of booze and listen to rat and roll on the jukebox.
… as Sergio says: when you find yourself in the sewer, go with the flow.
What else went into it? ISTM that you’d have to add some other source of sugar as the peels wouldn’t have enough.
@Seph, I have no idea. I didn’t ask, because I really didn’t want to know.
Hey, if they can make a good beer with old orange peels, they should try replacing the sugar with honey. Meading rinds would be a great product of Mad Science.
That sounds like that could yield a tasty result.
Now that would be Madtech I could get behind.
Meadtech? Mead Science?
It would certainly make experimenting in the laboratory more fun. I wonder if the R&D guys at Jim Beam and Jack Daniels call it that?
I wonder if they got that tiny bespoke bar from a group of Amish centipedes.
Welp. In my headcanon, they did now.
I love that apparently he took a small enough sip that there is still half a “shot” left. How do you sip half a drop?
Artie’s usually a fan of a pint glass, but his scuba gear probably exploded with his house.
First that restaurant, then this microbrewery bar. Yep, the rats have really gentrified this sewer.
Pomace wine is made from what’s left after you press grapes for juice. There’s enough sugar in citrus peels to do the same thing.
There are a surprising number of vintners in this forum.
Oh Artie, if you think he’s TRYING to be your perfect man, you are sorely mistaken.
Perfect “man?” Not gerbil?
Yes, man. Even before Helen turned him into a human, Artie had a thing for human men.
There’s a distinct difference between “not trying to” and “trying not to”.
There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here.
With these pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
I tried to get back to Anasigma at last
The infil-ter-ation fell flat on its ass.
And I’m stuck in the sewer, a bad atmosphere.
Pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
A rat knight is charmin’ the rodent machine.
One operator’s falling, the other is mean.
And a kiddie-dressed cat wanders ‘round without fear.
Packs rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
No, I don’t fit in with extirpation crowd.
I’m a little too brainy and a little too proud.
There’s no place I’d rather be than right here,
With these pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
The robot veers loud between hatred and love.
The troops are amassing in the streets far above
The time’s running short, and they’ll all soon be here.
Pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here,
With my pack rats, robots, and orange peel beer.
—from “Rednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer,” written by Bob McDill and Wayland Holyfield, sung by Johnny Russell.
That’s Artie and Sergio sorted, now we can return to the main characters’ descent into codependent madness. As Valiant has not yet said to Echo Bravo, “I get it. Alfa’s the sweet one, and you’re the shit.”
Hey Alfa, I bet you’ll be able to operate the drone longer if you start taking amphetamines.
So…the booze is rat cointreau, isn’t it?
Wine that tastes like christmas candied fruit
you know what? I approve
Orange liquer is not really my thing, but I appreciate that it would probably get Sergio drunk pretty fast, even by thimbles.
Now, maybe if they had some potato peels, or dare I suggest some almond shells…