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Alt-Torg: Wow! *That* looks cozy! Riff: It's deceptively simple. Yet I'm picking up inflatable tech... Some of /*my*/ tech. Grab-allâ„¢ tech... This looks like a hodgepodge of a lot of stuff. -- (Riff and Alt-Torg face a giant inflatable "cocoon" that has a front door, a pipe coming in from the left (ours) with a sign hanging from it that says "*Food Tube* Do Not Damage", a pipe leaving it from the right (ours) with a sign hanging from it that says "*Waste Tube* If You Damage, It's On You.", and an open panel on the left with what looks like a bunch of wires exposed) Riff (dismayed): Check this out! A food tube, waste removal... This isn't a super-computer console where 'His Masterness' runs everything. *He's literally plugged into the machine itself!* -- Alt-Torg (with a silly grin): *Or,* he's sitting in there with a Playstayshun3 system and just made his life easier by installing a feeding tube and a waste-removal hookup. -- Alt-Torg: Don't act like you never thought of it. Riff: Dude. I like my hamburgers. The feeding tube is out! -- Alt-Torg (sadly): I don't even remember what a hamburger is. I mean I know "what" it is, but not the taste. My memory is so fuzzy. -- Alt-Torg: As an upshot, the medical nanites I picked up before coming down her are /on the job!/ My forearm feels *great!* Riff: /"Medical nanites?"/ -- Torg: If you got injured more around here you'd know about 'em. They can fix *everything!* It's the one good thing about 4U City technology! They build you back up, piece by piece, until... -- (Torg glitches) Riff: Until what? -- (Torg looks like he's about to pass out) Riff (grabbing Torg on the shoulder): Until /*what,*/ Torg? -- Alt-Rammer (putting Riff in a head-lock): Sometimes they repair *too* much, but thanks to the med-nanites sensing my injuries, my ribs are feeling fine! | Flag | ||||
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Zoë (thinking): According to Grab-All™, Aitch (a.k.a. H-mon) once 'trended' on Bleater! /And I'm near him! I have to share this or it's like it's not happeneing [sic: should be "happening"]! <*txt*> <txt> <txt> -- Aitch (continuing to run away): ***NOOOOOOOOOOO!*** Zoë (running after him while texting): *Hey! Aitch! /Wait up!/* <txt> <txt> <txt> Zoë's myPhone: <bleater icon> bleater | <Zoë icon> Z-bean bleats: | IChaseH-m0n | 1 char left | <bleater icon> +3 followers. -- <txt> <txxxxx> <***TRIP.***> -- Zoë (face down on the ground): *oof!* -- Zoë (back on the run): *Ow!* <txt> <txt> <txt> Zoë's myPhone: <Zoë icon> Z-bean bleats: | Tlakin@H-m0n | <bleater icon> +121 followers -- <***TRIP.***> -- Zoë: Wait! /*Please!*/ <txt> <txt> <t...> Zoë's myPhone: <Zoë icon> Z-bean bleats: | I-B-tripinYo | <bleater icon> +51 followers. -- <***TRIP.***> Aitch: Please stop texting while running through the woods. Tough to tell if your trips are nearby-zombie based. -- Zoë (with a twig in her hair; hiding her myPhone behind her back): I just wanted to make sure you were OK. Aitch: No, I'm not. This is *horrible news!* -- Zoë: *Follow me on bleater?* Aitch: *HamsterNOM is /MY/ game! It was STOLEN FROM ME!!!* -- Aitch: What was that? Zoë (hiding her myPhone behind her back): I said "those thieving jerk-face cheaters!" </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Caption: *TRANSLATED FROM MANDARIN. Caption (pointing to the sign on the door, which is apparently in Mandarin): "Janitorial Closet of the Squid Spear and General Cleaning Supplies.**" | **The Following [sic: should be "preceding"] was translated by Grab-all™ -- Lâu: ‹So they want the spear? We'll [sic: should be "Well"] I've go [sic: should be "got"] the spear. They want Torg? Well nobody is going to get Torg after I reduce his innards into the house special stir-fry with one push of a button...› -- Lâu: ‹Curses. My 'Kill-Torg' button has yet to be implemented.› Lâu's myPhone: *PRIORITY CALL INCOMING...* -- Twokou (video over Lâu's myPhone): Lord Pang, the invaders have unconditionally surrendered! Shall we atomize them anyways? Caption: Lancer 5 Unit 2 | CrushedHatOSver453492 | Pilot: Twokou -- Lâu (to Twokou, over his myPhone): Your English is amazing, Twokou! but we do not pluralize 'anyways'. Instead we say 'anywho.' Anywho, don't kill them. Bring them to me at the visitors' cell block! Let them watch their friend die! -- Lâu: **YES!** **Finally some *good news!*** -- Lâu: ‹I've been having the worst day! If two or like three more things had gone wrong, I'd have done something unthinkable!› <**dial, dial, dial...**> -- Lâu (to the App-Department, over his myPhone): ‹App-Department? I need my evil-app Kill-Torg button activated so I can kill him dramatically in front of his friends.› -- Left-hook mutant (video over Lâu's myPhone): ‹Hi Lord Pang!› -- Lâu (to left-hook mutant over his myPhone): ‹You're not the man I named 'App-Department!' You're the mutant I told to punch him in the head if he didn't get to work!› -- Left-hook mutant (video over Lâu's myPhone): ‹I did! Now he's kind of bleeding out and dying.› -- Left-hook mutant (holding up her left-hook hand in the video feed to Lâu's myPhone): ‹I pack a mean left hook.› === NOTE: Ref: _"Punch in the head" order_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20121003>. | Flag | ||||
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To: archeologist1@grab-all-mail.com *Subject: Necklace Part 2* Hi Dad! So, remember the last few emails I sent you? That was, like years and years ago. It was about trying to get a cursed artifact of Mohkadun off a friend of mine. I have the same problem now. <TAK> <TAK> <TAK> -- Riff's e-mail (con't): You never wrote back. You used to email me every now and then but you stopped. I thought something might have happened to you, but Torg said he saw you at my funeral. So you were just ignoring me, for like, a decade. What a great father. <TAK> <TAK> <TAK> -- Riff's e-mail (con't): Oh that reminds me, I'm, like, not dead and stuff. Don't tell Mom. Not expecting a reply. | -Riff. [SEND] <== CLICK! -- (Riff stares at his laptop) -- Riff's computer: </*(*)DING(*)*/> <musical note> *1 NEW MESSAGE* *Subject: Re: Necklace Part 2* (Riff is shocked!) -- Riff's computer: *You're alive?!?* /Where are you right now?/ P.S. you made me spend an hour with your mother at your funeral when you were actually alive the whole time. I guess we're /both/ wrong. -Pops === NOTE: Ref: _Riff's Funeral_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090810>. | _Riff's mom at the Funeral_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110719>. | Flag | ||||
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Agent Tyler: That went smoother than the Vulgas-Pharma™ takeover! -- Agent Tyler (leering at Agent Drake's tushy): Smooth as a baby's bottom. -- Agent Drake: *Don't* look at my butt when you say that, Tyler. Agent Tyler: Don't look at *my* butt when you say *that,* Drake! -- Agent Drake: Tyler, you're unbelievable! Agent Tyler: Naw, I just work out, and a little bit of genetics. But you *really* have to stop looking at my butt if this team is going to work. === NOTE: Ref: _Meet_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090317> _Tyler_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130130>. | Flag | ||||
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--- Panel Caption: *Meanwhile in another dimension...8 Thawtypopo (prime): Where am I? Some kind of alternate dimension? No matter! I shall just rebuild *Grab-All™* here. Soon I'll be able to demand people think like me and make */millions/ of dollars!* Mindscanner 031: *ALERT! Profit-motive detected! You are under arrest!* Sign: Welcome to Eff U City -- Panel Caption: *Later at court...* Judge Thawtypopo: You've been found guilty of bad thoughts! /*20 years hard labor!*/ Thawtypopo (prime): You look familiar. Judge Thawtypopo: Os so we all look alike to you? /*5 more years!*/ --- Comic Footer: Moral: Nobody likes Thawtypopo, not even other Thawtypopos. === NOTE: Almost was going to save this as emergency filler but it made a nice cap to Part 1. Next week? Bun-bun! | Flag | ||||
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Slappyhoho-dodo: Here's the report the device was able to generate on Torg! Grab-All™ still had nothing on him but Hereti-Corp had *plenty.* Squishydodo: *Aha!* I /*knew*/ it! -- Slappyhoho-dodo: You're always right dear. Except this time when you aren't. Torg's clean! See for yourself. -- Squishydodo: Wait-/what?/ (The middle elf (Tweetyjerkjerk) now has the tablet, causing a bulge just below waist level in the composite elf) -- Torg (uncomfortable): Could you three Oompa-Loompas take off the trenchcoat, please? This is getting creepier. -- Tweetyjerkjerk (emerging from the trenchcoat): Slappy's right! Check this out, sir! -- Tweetyjerkjerk: Especially /*this*/ part! -- Squishydodo: We're not Oompa-Loompas. We're Black Ops Elves and I think we owe you an apology. </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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-- <**ert!**> (Teresa stops her car in front of a 'house of Cheese') hC sign: EAT ME! hC sign: OPEN hC sign: HELP WANTED! hC sign: Try our new GRAB-ALL™ MEALS hC sign: HOME OF THE PIZZABURGER -- (Teresa, wearing a sleek, strapless dress, a black choker, and daisy earrings, smiles broadly while holding up the "HELP WANTED!" sign that she'd grabbed from the door) === NOTE: One row of comics with almost no dialogue? What was I thinking?!? I don't know, but I DO know I wasn't thinking 'cat-in-the-hat' when I was planning the color scheme for today's comic. But how can I look at that last panel and NOT think Cat-in-the-Hat? | Flag | ||||
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Gwynn (looking ashamed): But it gives off a magic-proof aura. I can't cast spells near it but the demon inside me, Kizke, can [sic: should be "can't"] exert control either. --- Gwynn: If he gets control of me again... Aylee: I remember. I can still feel it. Being crushed on all sides. If that demon gets control of you again... - </Begin Aylee flashback> (Aylee in a tree) - (Gwynn/K'Z'K brings her right fist to her left palm - magic words swirling around her) - (The tree starts to wrap around Aylee) <**CREEEAK**> <**CREAK**> <**CREAKK**> - (Gwynn wraps her right fist with her left hand; magic words still swirling around...) - <****CRUNCH****> </End Aylee's flashback> --- Aylee: ...it could also end the world. -- Gwynn: It seems like my life comes down to bad choices leading to potential doom. I'm trying for good choices these days. -- Aylee (giving a thumbs up): Anywho, so we're going to go gamble in the casino tonight? Gwynn (holding up a memo): Aylee, you got the memo yesterday? 'The vanishing nuns' story? Memo: Team Riff Memo | <*ZAPPO*> (A bus caught in a Dimensional Flux Agitator (DFA) beam) -- Aylee: Right. We're all on high alert because it looks like Hereti-Corp has a fully functional orbital weapon. And Riff is... up there somewhere... -- Gwynn: Aylee, focus! Hereti-Corp also has the internet via Grab-All™. That means if we show our faces in front of any online cameras and it triggers facial recognition... Aylee: ...Hereti-Corp zaps us all from space and the entire casino and everyone in it is gone forever. -- Aylee: So you're just going to teach me to gamble in the hotel room? Gwynn (reaching into a shopping bag): Not here. We /can't/ go on the casino floor... -- Gwynn (pulling out two wigs, and grinning widely): ...without /these wigs!/ Kiki: *Ooooo!* I'm /in!/ === NOTE: Ref: _Aylee Remembers_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20010311> | _'The Vanishing Nuns' Story_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160516>. | Flag | ||||
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Katie: This ice bag might help the swelling even though you got this two days ago. At the very least you have a bad concussion! That would explain the eyes and a slight behavioral change. Oasis: Me being chatty? How long is this going to last? -- Katie (paging through a first aid book): I don't know. I also don't know /*what*/ you should do beyond rest for a few weeks. I'd know /*exactly*/ what to do if I had access to the internet. Oasis: Hereti-Corp took over Grab-All™ so they can track us via the internet. That's how they almost got us last time. -- Katie (holding up a newspaper): Oh I remember. But do you *know* how *difficult* it is to follow what's going on in the world with these *old fashioned paper-blogs?* The only thing worse than the interface is the *search function!* Newspaper: *VANISHING NUNS HOAX!* -- Katie (faux alarmed): *(*)I'm(*)* /the search function!/ -- Katie: Because I have to... search all the pages for what I'm looking for...? It was kind of a joke...? So was that it...? You're done talking to me...? -- Oasis (sadly): You want to talk? Sure. Talk. Why not? === NOTE: Ref: _Concussion_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160802> | Vanishing nuns (_"Nuns that Vanished"_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160516>) (_memo_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160523>). | Flag | ||||
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-- Riff (over video feed): Crushestro's almost done with the second half of the mech's we need to direct-assault Hereti-Corp HQ. Taking down their space weapon means there'll be no stopping us. Separate window on the computer screen: F.I.D.O. (FIDO tracker) Separate window on the computer screen: <!> MEDIA ALERT! | Hereti-Corp on News 50 <!> -- Squishydodo (offering a dubious thumbs up): Y-yeah! Great plan, boss! Izzy: There's no rush Riff! It's big space out there! We won't be able to take down Flux-Nut-1 without a more precise location. Teresa is deep undercover. Totally dark. When she can safely get me into the Flux-Nut server we can proceed. (Behind Squishy, on the monitor is the "Nifty News Fifty | ***BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!*** | (***)Six Exclamation Points(***)") -- Riff: And how long should that take, Izzy? Izzy (off panel; over video feed): As long as it takes. -- Riff: Waiting sucks. (An open box cutter floats by Riff's head.....) -- (.....and punctures a hole in the inflatable spacecraft...) <***POP***> -- <***fssss***> (...as the air leaks out, Riff's head is pulled towards the rupture...) -- <***domph.***> (...Riff's helmet is sucked to the breach, momentarily stopping the leak....) -- <**DUK-T-T-T-T-T...**> (...Riff pulls out a strip of duct tape....) -- Izzy (over video feed): Well here's something to pass the time! Hereti-Corp appears to be in the news! -- Video Feed: Nifty News Fifty | ***BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!*** | (***)OMG! SIX EXCLAMATION POINTS!(***) | Flag | ||||
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-- Agent Mesinger (on screen): The Senator's untimely death piles up too neatly right on top of the conspiracy heap. It's too juicy and widespread to blackmail the journalists or tamp down with Grab-All™ information-controls. We're looking at our stocks plummeting when the market opens. Our lawyers are recommending starting the paperwork on bankruptcy filings, and frog has gone missing. -- Schlock (angrily): /*Noted!*/ Our iso-scans picked up Oasis inbound. I need to know how long before... Agent Mesinger (off panel): Sir we're getting reports of an army of tiny mechs attacking our REA manufacturing center! | Flag | ||||
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TV Remote: VOL ^ Senator Zampedri (off panel; heavily edited): "...I..." "...am..." "...a..." "...nut..." "...case..." -- Qwirky Waltons (on the TV): So that's it, unless something changes in the Senate vote Wednesday, NASA's out and Hereti-Corp is in. I'm Qwirky Waltons for Nifty News Fifty. TV caption: ***NIFTY | NEWS | 50*** -- Zoë: Torg, can you believe this? Torg (angrily turning the TV off): Yeah I can. Hereti-Corp controls Grab-All™, and Grab-All™ can almost dictate public opinion. TV remote: OFF -- Zoë (in shock): But /*NASA?*/ Just... wow. -- Zoë (sadly): I'm reassessing. Torg: Let's change the subject. Torg's cell phone: ‹‹BZZZZ›› -- Torg's cell phone: ‹‹BZZZZZ›› Torg's cell phone: TEAM RIFF | <Riff icon> calling... -- Torg (angrily looking at the cell phone; but not picking it up): Subject not changed enough. Torg's cell phone: ‹‹BZZZZ›› === NOTE: Ref: _Newscast_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160517> | _Riff and Torg_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160418>. | Flag | ||||
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Initiating Double-Surveillance Camera. LOCATION: HC Lounge 03132012-19:58:32 ***Grab-allâ„¢*** Brought to you and owned by Grab-allâ„¢ Technologies. /Because information should be free. We will freely exchange it with you for money. *Keywords:* Crushestro Weapons | Nofun Legacy Group *Subject matter:* Espionage | Sabotage *VALUE BOOST: /Voice recognition:---/ Multiple Hereti-Corp Executives* *FILTER:* /All non-executive audio and analysis removed. *Estimated Value to Hereti-Corp: $10,000 Estimated value to NoFun Legacy Group: $50,000* PROCESSING: 3...2...1 ] -- Labels: "/Dr. Newguy | EXECUTIVE | Geocomputing/" "/Frog | EXECUTIVE | CEO- House of Cheese/" "/Dr. Shankraft | EXECUTIVE | Head of R&D Portal-Spec./" "/Dr. Biyu Daiyu | EXECUTIVE | R&D Pharma Ex-Nofun Emp./" "/Corsica | EXECUTIVE | Just a frog./" Dr. Shankraft: Ever since Crushestro Weapons and the NoFun Legacy Group paired up against us, it's been 'give and take.' -- Caption: [ <Crushestro logo> /CRUSHESTRO WEAPONS INC. LANCER-5 Stolen from Hereti-Corp: VERIFIED/ ] -- Dr. Shankraft: They steal our REA-1 design and try to sell the military their sleeker "Lancer-5". Dr. Shankraft: So we steal their NoFun 'Snap-Shot' bioscan 3D-Mapper and sell it to the TSA. Back and forth. -- Caption: [ <NLG (NoFun Legacy Group) logo> /NOFUN LEGACY GROUP SNAPSHOT TECH Stolen by Hereti-Corp: VERIFIED/ ] -- Dr. Shankraft: And to be honest, we always seemed to have the upper hand. Now, it's like we can't do a thing, and we keep getting hit. Right here under our noses on this new Master-HQ built over Dr. Steve's bones. -- Caption: [ /Reference: <hC logo> Dr. Steve EXECUTIVE Original CEO of Hereti-Corp. DECEASED/ ] -- Caption: [ Espionage/Sabotage ------------------------- Market Share/Stock Value ANALYSIS <Chart showing Crushestro value climbing and currently highest; NLG value climbing and middle; hC value climbing and highest, then tanking abruptly, and currently lowest> -- Daiyu: You think we have a double-agent here? Shankraft: More than one. But I suspect the new guy. Newguy (raising a Crushestro-like fist): /*Hey!*/ I've been here for over a year! -- Shankraft: Not you, Dr. Newguy. I meant the architect they brought in to help Dr. Dee plan base-expansion! McCasa McCasa (from across the room): **HEYYYY!** -- Shankraft: See? He has giant ears! Great for information-trading. McCasa (from across the room): *And your face is great for scaring away double-agents, RAT-FACE!* -- Shankraft: Plus he's mean. (Corsica jumps onto the table as she chases a fly...) Frog: Corsica my dear! You look lovely as always! -- Corsica (leaping away after a fly): **RIBBIT!** <**Poing**> Frog: And she's off again! | *I'll see you after work, my peach?* | Damn, she looks good coming /and/ going! -- Frog: Corsica and I, we've been really good together since my 'House of Cheese Pizza' Sir Veillance commercials started airing. -- Caption: [ SIR VEILLANCE /New Iconic Symbol of *House of Cheese Pizza** <Sir Veillance House of Cheese Pizza logo> "Grab-allâ„¢ considers this a thinly veiled attempt to put webcams in all House of Cheese Pizza kid-meals for market research. We find it adorable." **House of Cheese Pizza:* Revenue Generating Subsidiary of Hereti-Corp -- Frog: She's just drawn to celebrity. That's OK because I'm drawn to her hot little body! Daiyu (turning her head): This is making me uncomfortable... -- Frog: She likes me to dress up in my knight costume, and then she puts on a French-Maid's outfit and I caller Suzette. It is sexaaaaaay!/ Shankraft: /This is making us *all* uncomfortable, Daiyu./ Caption: [ Analyzing Universal Uncomfortability: *VERIFIED* Estimated Value to Yootube: *Priceless* === NOTE: Recommended (not mandatory) reading to refresh you on who everyone is in the booth and where Hereti-Corp was at when last we saw them..._Another Year in the Life of a Villain_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/weekly/110117>. | Flag | ||||
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Squishydodo: OK, interrogation is not really our thing. *i mean /my/* thing. er... not really /*my*/ thing. -- Squishydodo: But if you work for Hereti-Corp you should come clean now. Torg: Or else? -- Squishydodo: You don't know who you're dealing with. We owned a company called Grab-All™. Torg: I know them. The search engine of all the Internetz. -- Squishydodo: Well we had a data exchange with Hereti-Corp that turned into a hostile-ish takeover. Now we're out. Torg (somewhat alarmed): Wait... /*Hereti-Corp controls Grab-All™ now?*/ -- Squishydodo: Point is it was a data-exchange. Thanks to the device we have... Middle and Lower elves: /The device! *ooo*!/ Torg: Groin, stop wiggling your fingers. It's creepy! -- Squishydodo: ...ahem... This device is a secret back door into both the Hereti-Corp database *and* the Grab-All™ cloud. If you're an undercover Hereti-Corp agent we'll know soon enough. -- Torg: So you kidnapped me to interrogate me about something you'd find out anyway. And instead of getting any information from me you just told me your biggest secret. -- Squishydodo: We are /*really*/ not cut out for interrogation! Middle Elf: I for one am having a ball! Lower Elf: We're too sensative [sic: should be "sensitive"] for this. </Pause flashback> === NOTE: REF: _"The Device!" oooooo_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150701>! | Flag | ||||
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Panel caption: KAREEN ZALIA -- Panel caption: KATIE ZALIA -- Squishydodo: Hereti-Corp had nothing on the Zalia's location but the Grab-All™ cloud did. Torg (playing chess with the middle elf by lantern light outside of the safehouse): Can we send a strike-force to retrieve the Zalias before Hereti-Corp gets there? -- Squishydodo: Bad news there. They've had Grab-All™ for weeks. Best we can tell, retrieving the Zalias was the first thing they used the Grab-All™ data for. -- Squishydodo: The good news is the Zalias almost immediately escaped and the Hereti-Corp operatives all mysteriously died from multiple "stabbity-stab" wounds. Torg: Oasis is their guardian angel. Why? I never considered that Oasis would have a family. We need to dig deep on the Zalias and be ready to move the second they surface again. We'll call it *"Operation World Hunt Z!"* Middle Elf: /Greeaat./ Slappy can design another crappy T-shirt. -- Panel caption: DR. SCHLOCK -- Squishydodo: Dr. Irving Schlock. We've got a /*lot*/ on him. Torg (wearing a black-ops uniform that is way too small for him; being measured for a new uniform): I want to see it all. </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Ref: The Zalias _First Seen_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/060824> (actually it was in the bonus story for Book 9), _Last Seen_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110203> | Dr. Schlock _First Seen_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/19971109>, _Last Seen_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130131>, | Aparrently [sic: should be "Apparently"] once their uniforms were more _stretchy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/000910>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: *Stupid "SuuWii Fit" board!* How can my SuuWii age be 16 *when yesterday it was 147?* | *I'm two pounds heavier and drinking a beer!* SuuWii: Oh no! You're too young to drink! Computer: <musical note> Chat-lert! <musical note> [**Torg!**] -- Computer: Grab-allâ„¢ Chat Torg (typing): /Sam! *How the hell are you?*/ Been a long time! I didn't know you could pop open chat like this through /Grab-Allâ„¢ Grab-Mail!/ I just opened an account! <tak> <tak> <tak> -- Sam (typing): Isn't it great? Not just mail but you can keep your passwords, private documents, financial information, medical records and skeletons-in-your-closet all in one handy location accessible from any online computer! <tak> <tak> <tak> -- Torg (typing): How did /Grab-Allâ„¢/ know to open a chat line between us? Sam (typing): It probably saw your name mentioned multiple times in my private documents. <tak> <tak> <tak> -- (Torg hesitates; disturbed) -- Torg (typing): That's disturbing. Sam (typing): Dude! It wasn't love letters or nothing! Sam's as straight as an arrowhead! <tak> <tak> -- Torg (typing): They pull data from your private documents? Sam (typing): Hey, man, information wants to be free. I say let it! It's all free and peace and love! <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> -- Torg (typing): I think I'm going to cancel my /Grab-Allâ„¢/ account. Sam (panic typing): /*Don't get them mad, DUDE!*/ They have /*all your personal info!*/ <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> <tak> | Flag |
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