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Brain Digbot: We are digbots. We were created by Dr. Irving Schlock to build him a secret lab beneath the building known as Kesandru House. -- </Begin flashback within a flashback> Schlock: ...lucky to get away from Daedalus with my life. It's been years but it looks like he's about to make a move. </End flashback within a flashback> -- Brain Digbot (off panel; narrating): And he abandoned us. -- Brain Digbot (narrating): Out of need for leadership and decision-making, I, the *Brain Digbot* was created. -- Brain Digbot (narrating): And we continued to dig and build until we had a vast city. -- Brain Digbot (narrating): Then the creator returned under the banner of "Hereti-Corp" to destroy us in his attempt to find the human known as Torg. Sign held by hC lackey: Round 1 -- Brain Digbot (narrating): All we build was destroyed. Digbot city burned. -- Brain Digbot (narrating): Torg contacted me for help. To help him destroy Hereti-Corp. He needed us to dig beneath a plate of metal. -- Brain Digbot (narrating): And then /*he too*/ abandoned us. -- Brain Digbot (narrating): Hereti-Corp arrived at the very same spot doing their own excavation. And that summer we were once again undone. Sign held by the same Hereti-Corp lackey: Round 2 -- Brain Digbot (narrating): Some of us survived. -- Brain Digbot: We fled to here. We dug again. We called out to Torg, told him where we were. The very spot you two arrived at. He never came. And Hereti-Corp's city grows and towers above us. If we are found we shall burn and burn again. -- Brain Digbot: Why just last week the creator and his Hereti-Corp army stated [sic: should be "started"] construction of... Black Ops Elf #2: Hey, you know, I get it. Schlock screwed you. Torg screwed you. And you're taking it out on us. but this is /torture!/ -- Black Ops Elf #2: I think I might prefer execution to this! Brain Digbot: That's what I'm doing. You're being executed as we speak. Black Ops Elf #2: /What?!?/ You /*talk*/ us to death? -- Brain Digbot: In just a week of listening to me drone on you will perish. For I can be lethally boring. -- Black Ops Elf #2: Death by recap! I buy that! Brain Digbot: Plus there's no food or water here. Black Ops Elf #1: Would you play him Torg's video already? </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Hey guys!11pm massive rewrites and a huge comic left me with a 4-hour late strip. it's 4am as I'm writing this and my eyes are getting blurry. I used and reused art to save time but it was just a big undertaking. So, two things. First off panel two needs to be cleaned up. AND there are lots of ref links. Both should be up by noon est. or 1 if I sleep in. Two to get you started: _Brain Digbot First Apperance [sic: should be "Appearance"]_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/081111> | _Digbot City falls_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100215>. Also sorry if I screwed anything up. I'm /wayyy/ tired! *NOON-ish UPDATE:* Things got worse. Insomnia kept me from sleeping until 8 am and I forgot about a doctor's appointment. Fixing that panel and posting ref links will have to wait a few hours. Insomnia sucks. I just pushed myself too hard too late at night/morning. *August 4th Update:* Wow that insomnia wiped me out for a day. Still useless days can be relaxing! Here's [sic: should be "Here are"] the late Digbot refs! *Digbot Refs:* _First Appearance_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/060817> | _Last Appearance (hidden in panel 1)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20120321> | _Brain Digbot first appearance_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/081111> *City Ref:* _Digbot City_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100201> | Digbot City Destruction (_part 1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100215>) (_part 2 "the temple"_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100305>) *Slab Ref:* _Metal Slab_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100317> (was Dr. Steve's _Baselab_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/19990926>, will be Hereti-Corp _Major-Opperations [sic: should be "Operations"] Base_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/120312> | _Torg meets with Brain digbot at Metal Slab_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100319> | _Hereti-Corp locates Digbots at Metal Slab_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/110126>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg (over iPad; er, Grapebook): I apologize for this recording. I could not come in person because our enemy, Hereti-Corp, lurks all around! -- Brain Digbot: Tell me about it, human female Torg, who abandoned us in our time of need! -- Torg (over Grapebook): I am building an army to defeat Hereti-Corp but I need your best digbots to help me construct a secret lair from which to strike. -- Brain Digbot: And now Torg expects me to give him our greatest resources?!? Bouncer Digbot #1 (in pictolanguage): <skull and crossbones> Digbot #1: <dagger dripping with blood> Digbot #2: <bomb> Bouncer Digbot #2: <dagger | bomb with skull and crossbones on it | dagger> -- Torg (over Grapebook): We must work secretly, and only communicate via codenames. Your's [sic: should be "Yours"] is *'King Under the Mountain'.* I am building this army for *you*, king! -- Brain Digbot: King? -- Brain Digbot: *Free our friends immediately! Give them whatever they need! Only our best digbots for human female Torg!* (The two Black Ops elves are set down, and they high-five each other) Bouncer Digbot #2: <check> -- Bouncer Digbot #2: <Stick-figure-Torg walking away from three digbots hanging by nooses> Brain Digbot: Hey... yeah! Why *did* Torg leave us hanging so long? -- Torg (over Grapebook): If you're wondering why it took me so long to get back to you it is because I had to wait a very long time. For this work we do is vengeance. And vengeance is best served cold! So I kinda waited lots. -- Brain Digbot: That's true! I totally read it somewhere! Bouncer Digbot #2: <bare butt; Torg kissing> -- Brain Digbot: Clearly. I know when I'm getting my butt kissed, *fool!* Bouncer Digbot #2: <peace symbol> -- Brain Digbot (softly to himself): And that's all a King ever truly wants! </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Torg: I'm glad you agreed to meet with me. Brain Digbot (obscured by the cloak): You are my ENEMY! -- Torg (holding up a piece of a uniform with the Hereti-Corp logo): No, they... /*they,/ are your enemy.* -- Brain Digbot: ALL HUMANS are our ENEMY! Torg: No, all humans totally aren't. Just the ones working for Hereti-Corp! -- Brain Digbot (lifting his cloak): You make a compelling case. OK, agreed! Brain Digbot: Then we want VENGEANCE against them! -- Torg: Do so by doing what you do best! Dig! Find for me what lies beneath the great metal door! And vengeance shall be /*all of ours to share!*/ Brain Digbot: /*Come my digbots!* Our new home is *here! Dig! Dig! Diggggg!*/ -- (Three digbots dive into the snow) Shovel-nosed Digbot: <Shovel> ! Drill-nosed Digbot: <Shovel> !! Rotating-spoon Digbot: <Shovel> !!! -- (The shovel-nosed digbot slowly plows the hole; the drill-nosed digbot gets stuck, wiggling its back legs; and the rotating-spoon digbot makes slow progress) <**Shove**> <**PLOP**> Drill-nosed Digbot: <First aid cross> ! -- Brain Digbot: We'll... um... make more. Torg: Try to keep it underground. Just in case the enemy goes for a better view. | Flag | ||||
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Brain Digbot: It was an honor to help the cause, Teresa! -- Brain Digbot: Truth be told, it was Squishydodo who had us look out for your escape! He let us know specifically how to identify you. Because only one of our alliance is permitted to live in our kingdom. No exceptions. Panel footer: DIGBOT KINGDOM -- Brain Digbot: */Oh!/ Hey Toby!* I'd like you to meet Toby! He's a new type of digbot we call "A Face-Saw Bot!" (Toby is a bot made up of a torso that hovers, and a helmeted "head"; out of what look like short sleeves extend two tentacle "arms"; two braces protrude from the torso slightly below the tentacles, and come together to hold a circular saw) <**BZZZ....**> -- Teresa: That's a "Buzz-saw" not a "Face-saw!" Brain Digbot: Really? *We* call them "Face-saws!" <**BZZZ...> (just in front of Teresa's face) -- Tweetyjerkjerk: You had us going Squish! Bun-Bun: YAWN Gwynn: Yeah, when you were like "...and she never will," I thought you meant Teresa was dead! Aylee: But the digbots rescued her! Squishydodo: The problem is then she *quit.* Since she's no longer part of the alliance and she's in their kingdom they're going to kill her. It's the digbot way. Panel Footer: EQUINOX CASINO -- Tweetyjerkjerk, Gwynn, and Aylee (off panel): ***WHAT?!?*** Squishydodo: I have to say it was neat that after all that she promised to keep our secret! Restores my faith in humanity! === NOTE: Ref: _Digbot History (From Brain Digbot's Perspective)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150803> | _Brain Digbot is Rook-2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150925> | _Squishy puts Rook-2 on the lookout_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20161115> | _Teresa calls in to quit via Rook-2's Secure Line (last panel bottom)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20161121>. | Flag | ||||
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Panel Caption: A Long Time Ago on Sluggy Freelance: (Torg meets with a floating cloaked figure at the site of his small hole above the location of the metal rectangle) Torg: I'm glad you agreed to meet with me. Brain Digbot (obscured by the cloak): You are my ENEMY! -- Torg (holding up a piece of a uniform with the Hereti-Corp logo): No, they... /*they,/ are your enemy.* -- Brain Digbot (lifting his cloak): You make a compelling case. OK, agreed! Then we want VENGEANCE against them! -- Torg: Do so by doing what you do best! Dig! Find for me what lies beneath the great metal door! And vengeance shall be /*all of ours to share!*/ Brain Digbot: /*Come my digbots!* Our new home is *here! Dig! Dig! Diggggg!*/ </End flashback> </More recent flashback> Panel Caption: More Recently: Torg (dialing the phone): Boy, am I going to regret this. <**BEEP-BOOP-BOP-BEEP... CALLING...**> -- Juan Ringy-D (off panel; over the phone): "All operations are complete. Awaiting your order." Torg: /Complete?/ That was quick! -- </Flasback jump> </Begin dream sequence> Sasha (in an hC T-shirt; falling): *I'm /falling!/* -- Torg (sitting on a cliff that looks like the one where he and Oasis nearly got married; holding a flower; angrily): You deserve it. </End dream sequence> -- </Flashback jump> Torg: I talked to the Brain Digbot and to Squishydodo. A lot has happened. Teresa almost died. Riff's going to all-out war. I have to do something. And it turns out I can. -- Torg: What if I were to tell you that I could destroy Hereti-Corp with a sentence? Zoė: I'd bring you a megaphone. -- Torg: No seriously. One sentence out of my mouth and the Hereti-Corp base of operations goes bye-bye and everyone inside dies terrible deaths. -- </Flashback jump> Brain Digbot: Brain Digbot speaking! Torg: It's Torg. We need to talk about the plan. I don't like where this is going. Brain Digbot: Human manly-man Riff's direct assault plan? Or the fact that I'm supplying the pilots now? Or what? There are so many plans, you will have to be more specific, human female Torg. -- </Flashback jump> Torg: Anywho, when I flip the switch on Plan F I just hope you'll forgive me. -- </Flashback jump> Sasha (off panel; over the phone): Dr. Marcus Chen is being held in a cell at the Hereti-Corp base. He spilled the beans that he was working for you guys, and that there were digbots working for you in the walls of the base. -- Sasha: We've been monitoring them, hoping they might lead us to you. And there's a plan to wipe them out if they make a move. -- Brain Digbot (into the phone): Female humon Torg! Whaat is the giant emergency? - Torg (into the phone): You've been *made!* Brain Digbot: I know, by Dr. Schlock our creator, who we have righteously turned against. Torg (into the phone: *Retreat!* -- </Flashback jump> Torg (on a iPad screen, being held up to the Brain Digbot by one of the bouncer bots): I need volunteers to go back in on my command. It's most likely a one way trip. But you know the plan. I had backups planned for you guys. Now I'm primary and you're the backups. -- </Flashback jump> Zoė: Torg, you don't need to face Hereti-Corp in person. - Torg: I do now. /Don't worry/ I'll have Oasis with me. Best bodyguard you could have. - Zoė: That's the opposite of comforting. </End flashbacks> ==== Comic Title: SLUGGY FREELANCE NOW: --- hC Agent (in REA unit): Laying down covering fire and closing on Torg! <***BRAKKA-BRAKKA-BRAKKA-***> hC Sniper: We could easily snipe Torg but we have our orders. -- Torg (diving for cover): /*Damn it!!!*/ <**PHT.**> <**PHT.**> <**PHT.**> -- Torg (standing behind a tree to dodge the bullets): God damn you Schlock! /Damn you all./ <**PHT.**> <**PHT.**> <**PHT.**> -- Torg (into his cell phone): *Dig-Bots! *The time is NOW! Initiate Plan F! Make Hereti-Corp FALL!** <**PHT.**> <**PHT.**> -- (A look at hC Headquarters, as three REA units launch into the air after Riff; underground, beneath its foundation is a giant hole, larger than hC Headquarters, with tunnels crisscrossing between the hole and hC headquarters, as well as around hC headquarters...) -- Brain Digbot (into the phone): At last you have given the order! At last we shall rip apart the strategic supports we left in place and the entire base shall plummet into the mile-long grave we've been digging for them. -- Torg (consumed by grief and guilt; into the phone): When I learned you finished that pit, I realized how many lives would be lost. I wanted another way. But there is none. -- Brain Digbot (into the phone): Do not weep for these genocidal monsters. We shall suffer losses as well. As their EMP bombs try to stop us from destroying the supports. But Schlock will pay. This will be a long drawn-out fight but Hereti-Corp /will *fall!*/ *Digbots /charge!/* -- <*DING!*> Caption on target circle on Dr. Irving Schlock's viewscreen: NEW SIGNAL Caption on target circle on Schlock's viewscreen: <obscured>THE-SKY 04 <obscured>01:9:33ET -- Schlock: There it is, Eyes in the Sky! There it really and truly is. A reborn Oasis. === NOTE: Ref: _A Long time ago_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100319> | More Recent (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/170116>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/170123>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170207>) (_4_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/170509>) (_5_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/170703>) | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Thanks Juan! Brain Digbot: Brain Digbot speaking! Torg: It's Torg. We need to talk about the plan. I don't like where this is going. Brain Digbot: Human manly-man Riff's direct assault plan? Or the fact that I'm supplying the pilots now? Or what? There are so many plans, you will have to be more specific, human female Torg. -- Torg: Welllll.... Riff: Hello? Brain Digbot: Brain Digbot speaking! Riff: Did I hear someone one [sic: last "one" redundant] else? *Who else is on this line?* -- Torg: <musical note> Just <musical note> Squishdodo's [sic: should be Squishydodo's"] grandma here! <musical note> I'll let you boys gab. <flower> -- Riff: No. You go ahead, Ma'am. I'll call later. It's a private matter. -- <**DISCONNNECTED**> Torg: /*That*/ was a close one! Brain Digbot: You're a grandma? Clearly I am not as good at understanding human age as I am human sex! -- Torg (annoyed): Well, uh... Brain Digbot: And you put your *Grandson in as second-in-command?* Your nepotism is as salty, gross and unfair as the /*tears it will cause!*/ Torg: /Ewwwwww!/ Brain Digbot: Good day Ma'am! *I said good day!* | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Hey! It's Riff. So how long have you known Squishydodo's grandma? Brain Digbot: Are you snooping? You shouldn't snoop! -- Riff: I'm not snooping! *I'm not a snooper!* Brain Digbot: If you /*must*/ know, Snoopy, we go back a long ways. -- Riff: Great! Wasn't snooping. That was small talk. On to business. Brain Digbot: But apparently I don't know her at all -- Riff: I'm having a hard time interacting with the digbots I'm using as pilotbots. Can you create and send me an inflatable translation-bot of some kind? Brain Digbot: Let me consult my think tank and get back to you. -- Brain Digbot (hovering over to an M1 tank labeled "M1 | THINK"): Can we... Abrams (the "think tank"): ***YES WE CAN! LIKE A 'GRANDMA-BEATING' MAILMAN, WE WILL KNOW THIS ONE OUT OF THE PARK!*** -- Brain Digbot: Watch your tone, Abrams! === Transcriber's note: From sluggite CheeseWhisper: "I'm confused; which wall did he just break?" | Flag | ||||
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Sasha: You wanted a better view of the area where you believe Dr. Steve's lab and compound stood, so you went to Riff's underground lab "looking for something." You arrived to find that the "inflatable digbots" (left behind to fix up the lab) had built a mall-like digbot city which you had just begun to experience. -- Torg: You realize the very fact that we /*need*/ a recap mid-flashback is really costing me flashback points. Sasha: But on the bright side my recap score is on the rise! -- Torg: And you realize there's no /actual/ points. Sasha: And that I have more than you, but it doesn't bother me. -- Torg: OK... You know about the dinner and movie Kiki and I took in while at the digbot mall. That was only part of the evening but to save time we'll jump to the next "important part" -- Torg: So there we were, having just left the "inflatable quantum physics midget burlesque show," when we heard a commotion. -- Torg: Sasha? Are you OK? (The expression on Sasha's face indicates a brain glitch) -- Torg: I know you didn't want me to derail my flashback to explain what goes into 'inflatable digbot burlesque'. Let alone what would be considered 'a midget' in digbot society. -- Torg: And then figuring out how quantum physics works into the show... Sasha (exasperated): *Move along the flashback! You heard a commotion!* -- Torg: The commotion we heard was a mixture of human shouts, digbot screams, gunfire, and popping. Blood-curdling popping. -- Torg (narrating): Hereti-Corp agents were attacking the digbot city. We were followed after all. | Flag | ||||
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-- (Torg and Zoƫ are sitting on the floor of the digbot bar with digbots all around; music is playing) Torg: This is the first time I ever *asked* the bartender to water down drinks! Zoƫ: And I really hope it's the last! /*Blech!*/ -- Torg: Ready to try the tunnel out? Zoƫ: I'm not sure, Torg. Torg: We can't stay here forever! I don't have any money to pay our bar tab! -- (The jukebot stops playing music) Jukebot: <**ZUR-SKRITTTCHHTCHHHHHHHHHHHH!**> -- (Many digbots stop to angrily look at Torg; one digbot picts a coin bouncing followed by a question mark; a second digbot picts a coin bouncing followed by an exclamation mark) -- Zoƫ: /*They heard you!*/ Torg: I don't even see /*ears*/ on 'em! -- (The word "BOUNCER" appears on a set of doors in the background) -- (The set of doors slide open to either side...) -- (...revealing the bouncer digbot, a very large robot with a single red glowing eye and glowing chest) -- (Zoƫ and Torg grasp each other with panicked looks on their faces) -- (On the surface, doors covered in grass are opening from the ground revealing the bouncer bigdot holding Torg and Zoƫ, one in each arm) Door: <**Hmmmmmmm**> -- (The bouncer digbot throws Torg and Zoƫ) Bouncer digbot: <*DOUBLE *THROW**> -- (Torg and Zoƫ are sitting on the ground looking shaken; the freight elevator descends in the background, doors slowly closing) Door: <**Hmmmmmmm**> -- (Zoƫ raises both hands in the air, index fingers pointed upwards) Zoƫ: That... was... /*AWESOME!!!*/ | Flag | ||||
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Frog: TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT THE HUMAN KNOWN AS TORG! Digbot: <Screw> U -- (Frog squeezes the digbot in his robotic hand) -- <***POP!***> -- (Frog opens the helmet of his "FR-ECH") <**Shuff**> -- Frog: That was disturbing but oddly fulfilling! I pretended it was Corsica! /*Bring me another!*/ hC Agent: Yes sir! Brain Digbot: I'll talk! I'll talk! | Flag | ||||
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Teresa: It's not my face that's afraid! It's my heart! 'Cause you are /soooo/ *cute!* <heart> Brain Digbot: I... I'm really glad your face is one contiguous thing! -- Teresa: Me too! Anywho back to the fight, right? Brain Digbot: Hereti-Corp has taken too much from us. They must pay! Teresa: Tell me about it. My sister was the only family I cared about. -- Teresa: Speaking of... Can I borrow your secure line again? Brain: At *once!* <**Poing!**> (Brain Digbot poings... ..er.. hands Teresa the Dig Phone 7) -- <*VidRing!*> <*VidRing!*> <*VidRi...*> </*(*)CLICK!(*)*/> Teresa: errr... Hi Mom! === NOTE: Ref: _Sister_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/130121>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Torg: Hi Juan! You can voice-verify this is codename /Turg Le TurgTurg./ This is *not* a secure line. Please reroute and scramble, and put me through to Squish-2. -- Juan Ringy-D: Acknowledged. Your call is now scrambled and encrypted. You have ten minutes before you must destroy that phone and vacate the area. I also have a message from the brain digbot. Torg (off panel; over the phone): Sure. -- Juan Ringy-D (off panel; over the phone): "All operations are complete. Awaiting your order." And "Permission to execute Pawn-1." Torg: /Complete?/ That was quicker than I... *Wait!* He wants to /*kill Teresa?*/ -- Juan Ringy-D: Apparently she quit and thus knows too much and must die, but then unquit so the execution was terminated, but then she quit again at a safe distance so we need authorization to unterminate her execution. -- (Torg stands in confused and agitated silence) -- Torg: /What?/ -- Torg: Never mind. Juan? Put me through to Squish-2. I need to know /what the heck/ I missed! === NOTE: Ref: _Brain Digbot and Pawn-1 (Teresa)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/161201> | _Turg_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20010927> _le_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20021013> _Tur_<http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20080217>gt_urg_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20111008>. | Flag | ||||
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Kiki: Oh /*no!*/ Torg: Don't worry, Kiki. Even if they mix us up with the bad guys, we're not inflatable. They can't "pop" us. -- Brain Digbot (off panel; over the mall intercom): And if you think we can't pop fleshy organics you should know we have a very large microwave. /"Pop goes the huuuumannn."/ -- Torg (about to back up into a marshal-bot): On that note. Since this whole thing is kinda is [sic: should be "is kinda" (no second 'is')] our fault, maybe we should try to avoid the marshal-bots, whatever they are. | Flag | ||||
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Sasha: I'm all clean, dressed and bandaged, and so are you. Now if you're done being strangely uncomfortable with both our bodies, could you finish telling me what happened to you and Kiki last week? -- (Sasha is looking at Torg expectantly; Torg is staring at Sasha's iiiii's) -- (Torg is still staring at Sasha's iiiii's; Sasha is mildly irritated and points to her eyes) Sasha: Torg, my eyes are up here. -- Torg (looking away; embarrassed): err... right! So, where was I? Sasha: You wanted to get a better view of the place where Dr. Steve's compound was, so you went to Riff's secret underground lab. -- </Flashbacks> (Dr. Shlock in his spider hole behind his "Inflatable Fake Wallā¢"; Torg and Riff walking through the Digbot tunnels away from a sign saying "EXIT" and toward a sign saying "LVL 3"; music coming from a bar with the signs "RUSTY BALLOON" "LADIES NIGHT NO COVER FOR FEMALES") Torg (narrating): It actually started as a basement lair for Dr. Schlock. He had these inflatable "digbots" with orders to replicate themselves, expand the lab, and improve and maintain systems. | There were only about a hundred of the critters working when Riff took over. They even had their own bar. </End flashbacks> -- </Resume (other) flashback> (Torg is all in black with Kiki on his shoulder; behind him is a ladder going up and an [EXIT] sign) Torg (narrating): That was a while ago. They had been left to themselves for a long time. My guess is that they had been busy. -- (Torg and Kiki are standing near the exit of a huge Digbot mall with digbots everywhere; signs say "COMING SOON: CHANGE TESLA" "CINNABOT" "DIPPIN' BOTZ" "BLING" "Burger Meister" an incomplete "RUSTY BALLOON" and "OUR LEADER" with a sculpture of the brain digbot; there is also a hardware store) </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Ref: _Everything Digbot_ <http://sluggy.info/search/?s=digbot>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: No problem. Where were we? -- </Resume flashback> Lesser priests: <Halo over Praying Hands> <Human> ! High priest: <Halo over Praying Hands> <Spaceship> ! Lesser priests: <Angry face> High priest: <Angry face> All bots: <crossed daggers> -- Torg: I think I started a holy war! Kiki: /*Stay good Torg!*/ Torg: Don't worry, these things rarely last. -- (Digbots pop and a digbot priest's head falls beside them) <CLUNK!> <**POP**> Torg (off panel): Our real problem is getting past all the digbots and Hereti-Corp goons who aren't warring and are between us and the exit! -- (Torg and Kiki think) -- (Torg runs through the city with the priests head covering over his head and a design or a digbot part on his shirt, carrying the XT-34; Kiki, on his shoulder, has a smaller digbot head on her head; digbots are running for their lives in circles as commanded) Drill-Nosed Digbot: <Three arrows pointing at each other in a circle with sweat drops!> Shovel-Nosed Digbot: <Three arrows pointing at each other in a circle with sweat drops!> Torg: /"Three arrows pointing at each other in a circle with sweat drops!"/ Kiki: I'm not sure this counts as staying good, Torg! Torg: /"Finger to lips making shushing sound!"/ Rotating-Spoons Digbot: <Three arrows pointing at each other in a circle with sweat drops!> Sign: EAST --> | <Spaceship> | Digbot Temple </Pause flashback> -- (Sasha's boot contraption has kicked Torg so that his head is lodged in the ceiling) Sasha: *YOU WORE THE SKIN OF DEAD DIGBOTS AS DISGUISES?* | Flag | ||||
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(Sasha is taking a drink from a glass) -- <Resume flashback> (At the entrance to the "temple" Torg is flanked by digbot priests; the XT-34 spaceship is on a large dais) Torg (narrating): Of course they'd worship my **SPACESHIP FROM /ANOTHER DIMENSION!!!!/** Torg: whoah! Digbot High Priest: <Halo> <praying hands> <spaceship> </Pause flashback> -- Sasha: You have an actual trans-dimensional spaceship? (Torg is soaking wet, and is not amused) -- Torg: Sasha! You just did a spit-take! Sasha: I've /never/ done such a thing. Your ownership of a spaceship is interesting, but not /*that*/ interesting. -- Torg: Then what's with the cola all over my face? Sasha: I sneezed. Tell me more about this spaceship. === NOTE: Handy Refz: _XT-34 in digbot territory_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20081124> | XT-33 (_deflated_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20070612>/_inflated_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20070613>) | Rammer's _Bag of Parting Gifts_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20070809>. Torg will also recap this a bit in tomorrow's comic. Or be there and relive _Chapter 52_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20070205>! | Flag | ||||
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Card: A VERY SPECIAL GOODBYE | <image of ZHOAS> | FOR | ZOMBIE-HEAD-ON-A-STICK | <card crease> | You are Cordially Invited to | Gee Moe's | For a Pruneral! -- Torg: Everybody will be off site at Gee-Moe's for the "celebration". Including and especially Bun-Bun. Initiate *"Operation King Under the Mountain."* Squishydodo: I'm still not sure about sending us so close to Hereti-Corp territory so soon. Torg: I'm in charge, right? Then do what I tell you. -- Panel caption: *HERETI-CORP TERRITORY, PENNSYLVANIA* (Image of a Hereti-Corp base as seen through night-vision goggles) -- Black Ops Elf #1: What the hell are we doing? Black Ops Elf #2: Hanging out way too close to Hereti-Corp territory! -- Black Ops Elf #1: We're going to be spotted! They have satellites now, right? Black Ops Elf #2: At least we ditched the van a few miles back. And we are in the precise location Torg told us. Black Ops Elf #1: What the hell is a /digbot/ anyway? -- (Two long digbot arms punch out of the ground, each grabbing an elf) -- (The elves are pulled into the ground, popping off the helmet of Black Ops Elf #1, and the elf hat of Black Ops Elf #2) <**POP**> -- (The scene looks 'normal' again - except for the elf hat and black ops helmet...) </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Digbot links Monday! | Flag | ||||
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--- Behind Riff are three panels of video display: Panel 1: Tweetyjerkjerk lounging in open hatch of the Mini-Mark with night goggles and camo pants; holding a rifle in her left hand Panel 2: Diagram of the Mini-Mark - full name: Synthetic Hybrid Oompa-Reliant Targeting Infantry Exoskeleton Panel 3: The Mini-Mark (who's outer shell has a smiley face on it) in hover or jump mode. Riff (lifting a cover off of his newest invention): The "Mini-Mark" as you guys have been calling them, is a miniature version of my Mark-24 exoskeleton-robotic-hybrid. It was designed to be piloted by one of our elf/"oompa" pilots. | But then we lost all the pilots. A fast solution was needed, and with a little technical know-how I proudly bring to you... -- Riff (off-panel; having lifted off the plaid cover to reveal a very nervous digbot in his new Mark version): ...the *Synthetic Hybrid Optimal Destruction Digbot Infantry /Exoskeleton!/* -- Tweetyjerkjerk: Oooh. /Digbot/ pilots?!? awwwww... Squishydodo: It's actually... /ingenious!/ -- Tweetyjerkjerk: Wait... Synthetic... Hybrid... Optimal... -- Tweetyjerkjerk: The acronym is "S.H.O.D.D.I.E."! These are *SHODDIE-Suits?* Riff: There's no acronym. Tweetyjerkjerk: Huh? Riff: I'm not allowing it. -- Riff: You have to say all the words every time. Tweetyjerkjerk: What if I don't /want/ to? Riff: No choice. I made the name, I decide if it's ackronymable [sic: should be "acronymable"] === NOTE: Ref: Not knowing what they were, Riff referred to the elves as "_Oompa Loompas_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150514>" | _Mini-Mark_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160713> | _Mark-24_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150924>. | Flag | ||||
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Riff: I say it is! Tweetyjerkjerk: I have a question. -- Tweetyjerkjerk: How may Synthetic Hybrid Optimal Destruction Digbot Infantry Exoskeletons do we have and do we have enough pilots to pilot all of the Synthetic Hybrid Optimal Destruction Dibgot Infantry Exoskeleton [sic: should be "Exoskeletons"]. -- Riff: We have forty eight of them, and forty eight pilots. Tweetyjerkjerk: /"Them?"/ You have to say /*all*/ the words /*every*/ time! Your rules. -- Riff: /*(*)sigh(*) No problem.*/ We have forty eight Synthetic Hybrid Optimal Destruction Digbot Infantry Exo... Stuff... and also... | ...words... -- Riff: We got a lot of *SHODDIE-Suits* and *all* the pilots. Are you /happy?/ Tweetyjerkjerk: No, but watching you squirm is satisfying. Riff: I dunno. -- Squishydodo: The digbot looks scared, Riff? Are you sure about this? Riff: Not at all, but I hate acronyms in general. Trademark "SHODDIE-Suit" just in case. -- Riff: Anywho, on with the demonstration! | Flag | ||||
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Izzy: Okay, Torg! We are /"go!"/ -- Torg (singing): *Oasis, my love, | I want you to know...* -- Torg (singing): *I need to see you, let me tell you where to go...* -- Torg (singing; fist circling and 'punching' the air): /*Meet me at the cliff!*/ | **MEET ME AT THE CLIFF!** -- Izzy: OK, now I'm artificially increasing the trending MyFace posts! <TAK> <TAK.> <*TAK*> <TAK!> -- Torg (singing; flashing the shaka): /*Meet me at the cliff!*/ | **MEET ME AT THE CLIFF!** -- Izzy: Hacked into random celebrity bleater feed, hashtag "Meet me at the cliff." <TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK><TAK> -- Torg (singing and dabbing): /*Meet me at the cliff!*/ | **MEET ME AT THE CLIFF!** (The screen shows two red dog faces (Clifford?), and the bleater logo with #MM@tClff) -- Izzy (chilling back; with hands crossed behind her head): Sock-puppet redurrping up-votes and... Congratulations, Torg! Your video is now trending everywhere! Izzy's monitor: <musical note> -- Torg (singing; twerking; on the video screen of the Brain Digbot): /*Meet me at the cliff!*/ | **MEET ME AT THE CLIFF!** Brain Digbot (annoyed): You'd think she'd have more dignity at her age. Sign beneath the Brain Digbot's video screen: trending vids -- Video screen at hC headquarters: (***)ALERT(***) | KEYWORD: OASIS | FACIAL RECOGNITION: TORG (Schlock is drinking tea out of a cup, by a box of tea bags labeled "SPIT-TAKE brand | Shockingly good GREEN TEA" -- Schlock: Well-well. === NOTE: Ref: _Bleater_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20111003> | _MyFACE_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20111005> | Izzy is wearing a "_The Free 3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160208>" shirt. 'Cliff' refs tomorrow. | Flag |
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