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Olebelle: /*YEE-HAW!*/ Kiki/Ozzid: /*NEAT!*/ (Chilus/Meander faces K'Z'K with her arms crossed in front of her; King Farahn - in human form again - stares at his hands in shock; Lady Tomb clasps her hands in delight; Sam is behind Lady Tomb; Riff is behind Sam and holds the remote in his hand) Paper Gwynn (to herself): The Book? /My magic?/ -- K'Z'K: ***I'M FR....[blocked by Farahn's speech bubble] Farahn: ‹I'M FREE AT LAST!*› * Translated from the language of Mohkahdun -- Gwynn (transforming herself to human form; to herself): I still have some left! -- Farahn (having been picked up by K'Z'K): ‹UNHAND ME FOUL BUG, FOR I AM THE IMMORTAL KING OF MANKIND!› K'Z'K: WOW, you cook for Seven Thousand Years and pop out /just as stupid/ as when you started, huh, ROOMIE? Lady Tomb (aka Cynthia Tombsy): *ALL HAIL THE END DEMON POOPY PANTS!* -- (K'Z'K appears annoyed) -- K'Z'K (getting into Gwynn's face): I Bet you thought it was FUNNY to change my truename to "POOPY-PANTS", huh, Gwynn? -- K'Z'K (starting to reach for Gwynn): Whats really going to be funny is watching your expression as I rain destruction down on EVERYTHING you've /ever *known.*/ Lady Tomb: Grant me *godhood* that I might rain down *destruction* by your side. -- K'Z'K: Grant you what now? -- Digbot Shoddie Suit: DFA Activating... | Targeting... | Synthetic Hybrid Optimal Destruction Digbot Infantry Exoskeleton | Loadout: Dimensional Flux Agitator (The DFA crosshair is just slightly to the right of K'Z'K) === NOTE: Ref: _Poopy Pants_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-06-06> | _Synthetic Hybrid Destruction Digbot Infantry Exoskeleton_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=70#2017-01-30>. | Flag | ||||
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(Torg is standing at the counter of a Burger Miester with Kiki on his shoulder) Digbot: <smiley face>! <burger>? Girl (behind counter): Wow! A /human!/ I got this one, Phil! -- (A sign behind Torg says "Free talking 'Stabatard' toy w/kiddie meal!") Torg: Burger Miester has a franchise down /*here?*/ Girl: We like to target up and coming underdeveloped regions. We get a foothold while the real estate is cheap, and wait for inevitable expansion. Torg: So you sell a lot of burgers? Girl: None. The digbots don't eat human food. Torg: How do you stay afloat if you don't sell anything? Girl: Oh we sell /*tons!*/ Kiddie meals mostly! They eat the toys. -- (A scene of the Burger Miester dining tables with digbots and a Stabatard toy on one table) Stabatard Toy: We stab you, for you are not one with nature! Drillbot: <...says the "Bisphenol A"-spewing plastic toy.(*)> Digbot #2: <irony is delicious!(*)> Digbot #3: <Hey! the fries are kinda plasticy too!(*)> Footnote: (*)translated from digbot pictotalk. </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Torg: This is the East-most corridor! Have to move fast! <*SLAM!*> -- Torg: Oh no! Kiki: Oh /*yes!*/ -- Torg: Kiki, the Brain Digbot was right about how flammable this city is! I smell the burning plastics from /here!/ We have to /stay East!/ Kiki: But it's *free!* /Can't we peek?/ Torg: *Kiki, I'm in charge here because I make the tough decisions. Believe me you won't hate me half as much as I hate myself.* -- Sign one: <-- WEST | <Picture of balloons and a balloon animal> | Free Petting ZOO Sign two: EAST --> | <Picture of an inflatable spaceship> | Digbot Temple Kiki (as Torg turns right, heading east): /*NOOOOOOO!*/ </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Wow! You've got the ceiling fixed up really quick! What the heck is that? -- Sasha: This is my pet porcupine, Kweepie. Torg: /"Kweepie?"/ Sasha: Kweepie. Kweepie: kweep -- Sasha: He's skittish, but needs daily grooming and sharpening. Anywho, you were saying...? Torg: /Um.../ Kweepie: <Heart> -- Torg (freaking out): DISGUISED, KIKI AND I ESCAPED DIGBOT CITY, NARROWLY AVOIDING HERETI-CORP BULLETS AND WARRING DIGBOT FACTIONS! WE INFLATED THE SPACESHIP, FLEW OVER AND SCANNED THE AREA IN THE WOODS WHERE DR. STEVE'S LAB WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, AND BROUGHT THE DATA DISK THE SCANNER EJECTED TO YOU FOR ANALYSIS! -- (Torg ducks behind the table; Sasha has paused in mid-brush) -- (Torg continues to duck) Sasha: Well that was an anticlimactic finish to your story! Torg: WITH GOOD FREAKING REASON! Kweepie: kweep === NOTE: A Homage to _Kweepie_ <http://www.brunothebandit.com/d/20000119.html>. | Flag | ||||
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Pilotbot-1: <Pushpin (tack)>!?! <Digbot> + <pushpin> = <pop!> -- Riff: Pilotbot-1 De*fense!* Pilotbot-1: <Barbed wire fence>? <Barbed wire>!?! <Digbot> + <barbed wire> = <pop!> -- Tweetyjerkjerk: How's it going? Riff: Even after all my reprograming [sic: should be "reprogramming"] it's uncompliant. Pilotbot-1: <Riff> = <(pea)nuts> -- Tweetyjerkjerk: Maybe you need a translator. Do you understand it? Riff: I think it's *insulting my private parts!* Tweetyjerkjerk: I think it doesn't know a peanuts [sic: "a" should not be present] are legumes, not "nuts." Pilotbot-1: <Riff> = <screw> <ball> Riff: *Hey! There's a lady present, mister!* === NOTE: So I'm stuck in a script bottleneck. This quick strip is the last stop gap 'quick fix' I will use for this bottleneck. Fridays are off in February (as I put in the headline) so look for some art tomorrow. But know that I'm either going to get past this script bottleneck by Monday or I'll go a different route by Monday. Something's going to give and the story will leap forward once more, or I may just run away, a silhouette of myself carved through my office wall. Not really a ref-ref: The Screw Ball comment by Pilotbot-1 has no connection to _Oasis' screw-ball cap_ <http://www.sluggy.com/archives/daily/20160811>! | Flag | ||||
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- 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!* --- Brain Digbot (into the phone): /What?/ *More* than *one treat?* Digbots: <smiley face>! -- Brain Digbot (into the phone): No, ma'am. The digbots shall receive only one treat each once Hereti-Corp is destroyed, as per /the plan!/ Digbots: <sad emoticon> -- Torg (off panel; over the phone): No, I mean your creator, Dr. Schlock, he knows you are there and wants to destroy your kind again. Brain Digbot (into the phone): /Ohhhhh!/ We should flee, then. Digbots: <flea>? -- Brain Digbot (off panel; over the phone): If we go now, what of our plan for vengeance? Torg: I've got that under control. You've done more than enough. Get to safety. -- Torg (having hung up the phone): For someone known for their brains, this guy can seem pretty stupid sometimes. -- Torg: Riff, /where are you *going?*/ | Flag | ||||
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Kiki: Bun-Bun! You're scaring me! Why are you so angry? -- (Bun-Bun is glowing bright red and is quite angry) Bun-Bun: Because some lousy inflatable digbot has a *space heater in my face!* -- (A drillbot is holding a space heater up to Bun-Bun) Bun-Bun: I /*know*/ I said I was cold, but /*back off!*/ With the heat and wattage you're supposed to keep at least a couple of feet back from these things! -- Bun-Bun: In fact I'm not sure how you're holding it without... <**POP**> -- Bun-Bun: OK /that/ cheered me up. Well, Kiki, I guess we have heat now. -- (The lights go out, and Bun-Bun and Kiki are left in shadowy, dark red light) Bun-Bun: /*Annnnd*/ now we've lost both heat *and* power. Kiki: Don't kill millions, Bun-Bun! Bun-Bun: I'll think about it. | Flag | ||||
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(Schlock's standing in a nook with two inflatable dig-bots on the wall in front of him and an "Inflatable Fake-Wallâ„¢" behind him) -- Schlock: Daedalus is moving funds around. ...and bringing a lot in | No other details. I'm lucky to have /this/ level of surveillance! -- Schlock: Before Hereti-Corp went under, I was lucky to get away from Daedalus with my life. It's been years but it looks like he's about to make a move. -- Schlock: That's all I need to know to set my personal color coded alert level from chicken-yellow to potty-brown. -- <POP> (Drillbot accidentally pops Digbot) Drillbot: oops Shlock: That and the fact that I think I just locked myself in. | Flag | ||||
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=== NOTE: Today's art was created many moons ago by the great _Gene Ha,_ <http://www.geneha.com/> straight out of the strip from _November 17th, 2008_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20081117> (save for the "What Would Riff Do T-shirt), and used in the Emerald City Comic-Con 09 Charity Artbook (page 44). Gene sent me the original art which is framed proudly in my office. Thanks Gene! | Flag | ||||
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(A herd of marshal-bots are headed directly from the group of three Hereti-Corp agents, who have guns in hand) -- (The Hereti-Corp agents open fire) <*BLAM!*> <*RAT-TAT-TAT-*> <*BUDDA BUDDA*> -- (The bullets bounce off the marshal-bots) <P-TING!> <P-TANG!> <P-Tooie!!!> -- hC Agent #1: Captain Wookiesmoocher! The charging marshal-bots who want to microwave us are bullet proof! hC Agent #2: Did you just call me "Wookiesmoocher?" Female hC Agent: Sexy Torg is too far away to hear us so he's making up our dialogue for his flashback! -- Male hC Agent #2: Torg? The guy who just framed the digbot for gun-possession? Female Hereti-Corp Agent: There was little he could do about that! And Kiki's safety was a concern, not just his own tail! -- Giuseppe: I think he should stop putting dialogue in our mouths and deal with his guilt issues like a man. Male hC Agent #1: *Giuseppe!* You finally woke up! Giuseppe: Yes, and I brought my flamethrower! -- (Giuseppe blasts a marshal-bot with the flamethrower) <***FOOOOSH!***> <***KA-BLOOIE!***> </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Bun-Bun or not, we're going in. -- Torg: Heteri-Corp followed me and Kiki into Digbot City! They've been looking for me, trying to track me, the /whole time!/ They must have been the ones who jammed my call, trying to warn Riff of Oasis' pyrokinetics! They were responsible for killing... Torg: They were responsible for all of this. They will not get away with it. -- Sasha: I hope you have a good plan. | Flag | ||||
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and after Frog's interrogation of the surviving dig-bots. === Schlock (to the video-phone): A spaceship? You say Torg went to the digbot temple to claim an /inflatable/ spaceship? One that the digbots did /*not*/ build? Frog (over the video-phone in his Darth Vader-ish FR-ech): That's all I could squeeze out of them, sir! -- Frog (over the video-phone): And did I ever /squeeee..../ Gennaro (to the video-phone): Frog, are you wearing a *cape?* Frog (over the video-phone): So what if I am? -- Gennaro (to the video-phone): Bipedal movement is difficult enough for a mech! That cape jeopardizes stability substantially! Frog (having opened his helmet; over the video-phone): Stuff it, Gennaro. You trick out your ride your way. I'm gonna upgrade to kung-fu-grip and a bigger belt buckle! -- Gennaro (turning off the video link): You don't even /*need*/ a belt! Schlock: Take it outside, gentlemen. This meeting is over. <*click*> <*blip*> -- (A door or monitor screen starts to open, letting in light) Gennaro: You still want us to follow every lead on Torg, right? <*WRrrr...*> Schlock (waving him off): Yes-yes. Dismissed. -- Gennaro (looking towards the light source; horrified): Dear lord, /*what the hell is that?!?*/ Schlock: I said /*"Dismissed"*/ Genarro [sic: should be "Gennaro"] Gennaro: /*YES SIR! SORRY SIR!*/ -- (Gennaro enters Strom's office; Strom is sitting with his feet on the desk and his hat over his eyes; the walls have pictures tacked up, including Erin (aka Monica), the Cult of Chilus symbol, and a couple of insects) Gennaro: /*Strom!*/ How goes the cult investigation? Reynold Strom (aka Warren Nash; aka Nash Straw): Bearing fruit, Genarro [sic: should be "Gennaro"]. Not ready to show my cards just yet. To what do I owe the pleasure? Gennaro: You pay me for my perspective on the pulse of the company from the top down. In my opinion, it's going south. The bossman is losing it. Strom: How so? -- Gennaro: He's been keeping secrets forever. He has this 'triangle plan'... keeping the details to himself. But we know this! -- (Images form the triangle: Oasis sedated in Hereti-Corp custody; schematics of the REA-1 robot; and Torg (with a "surveyor symbol" (ahem) next to him, labeled "Human Torget!")) Gennaro: He wanted Oasis, we got her upstairs in medical. Gennaro: He wanted military contracts. We got those too. Gennaro: The last thing was his obsession over finding Torg. -- Strom (getting up): Well this triangle and Oasis is news to me, but I know about Torg. He had me flipping garbage can lids and checking milk cartons for months on that guy! Gennaro: And now he suddenly doesn't care. Because of a new project. And I saw part of that project flashed on the view screen. My jaw dropped. -- Strom: What was it? Gennaro: You wouldn't believe me. Strom: But it's my tab. So you're tellin' me anyway. Gennaro: He was starring [sic: should be "staring"] at a picture of an enormous ferret butt. -- (Strom and Gennaro stare at each other in silence) -- Gennaro: So that's the bossman's new obsession. Strom (taking his hat off): Yep, things are goin' south. Gennaro: This is *not* what the internet's for! === NOTE: OK, technically today's comic is made up of the exact comics from _March 10th_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100310> and _March 18th_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100318>, 2010. All the information in these comics are pertinent to the story and instead of finding a way to retell the same information it was just better on all counts to rerun them in this story. | Flag | ||||
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-- (A view of the inside of the new hC Research and Devevelop lab ("R&D HUB", "CAFETERIA", "LOUNGE", "R&D SECURITY")) -- (A view inside R&D Security ("REDUNDANT BACKUP SERVERS")) -- (A view of the transparent door to and security pad to the "REDUNDANCY BACKUP SERVERS")) -- (Inside the "REDUNDANCY BACKUP SERVERS" room...; sits an "EMP BOMB", with a Crushestro logo on it) <**blink**> <**blink**> <**blink**> -- Dr. Shankraft (looking at his hC Grapebook): This is sabotage. Frog (happily): Really, Dr. Shankraft? At the latest field test of the robotic exo-armor *One-point-three,* the pilot came out of the cockpit with /tentacle arms!/ So are you suggesting that it's some kind of /'Nofun Legacy Group' mutagen/ planted inside our test-unit? -- Frog (angrily): Because I thought it might be our shoddy workmanship and cheap materials that went into the REA-1.3 that *caused a man's arms to transform into tentacles!* (Dr. Shankraft's Grapebook shows the hC pilot with tentacle arms) -- Dr. Shankraft: I enjoy your sarcasm, Frog. -- Frog: Touché. -- Dr. Shankraft: This isn't the first time we've been victims of espionage and sabotage. Kusari just isn't getting her work done, and the boss is getting pissed. We need to... Sam (looking at a "Map to Evil"): *Hey guys!* Sam here! /'The Sam,'/ Maybe you've heard of me? I'm looking for the top secret evil executive boardroom! -- Dr. Shankraft: Take that tube to the executive hub. Tilt the vase on your left to access the secret elevator, that'll take you right to it. Sam: Thanks! -- Dr. Biyu Daiyu: What are you saying, Dr. Shankraft? Dr. Shankraft (leaning in): I'm saying we need to be more careful about who we let in here. And we should stick close in dangerous times! Frog (off panel): Oh barf. === NOTE: Ref: _Sam at Hereti-Corp_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110829>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Sam (turning into vampire form): **YES!** -- Sam (flying away): Mission Samcomplished. Yuri (flying away in a small hovercraft with Suzette/Corsica #44; just missing (and not seeing) Sam): Well done, Suzette! This company will not be knowink what is hittink it! -- Yuri: Now you are back to givink me silent treatment, Suzette? -- Yuri: Do I need to put on a French Maid outfit and be callink you 'Corsica' to... Suzette/Corsica #44: **GROIN KICK!** <**WAP**> Yuri: ...(*)gasp(*) *My acorns!* -- Yuri: /*Ouch!*/ They are feelink like little Sputniks during re-entry! | Hope you remembered to leave dead frog to avoid suspicions. -- Frog (hopping by and failing to notice the hC agent and dead frog): Corsica? Where are you? I'm sorry if that was awkward for you! hC Guard (into comm unit): Security? I've got another dead frog here. Security (over the comm unit): Initiate "Operation Corsica #45" === NOTE: Ref: "#45?" I thought we were up to "_#38!_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110210>" Ref: _Suzette_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/030210>. | Flag | ||||
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Weapons Tech Elton: The heavy DFA lacks the ingenious targeting aspect of the standard DFA's unique energy signature. Blackboard: Welcome New R.E.A. Pilots & Guides! | <arrow from R.E.A.> Robotic Exoskeleten Armor | <arrow to the speaker> Weapons Tech Elton | Dimensional Flux Agitator [D.F.A.]® | <arrow to the butt end of the weapon> My End | <arrow to the front end of the weapon> Zappy End | Energy Type: "Unobtazium" (On Weapon Tech Elton's desk sits what is obvious meant to look like an apple - except that it has legs; is it a DigBot or is it a Fate Spider attempting to disguise itself as an apple?) -- REA Pilot and Guide Trainees (especially Chip and Mark): Huh? -- Weapons Tech Elton: It's like a scalpel and surgeon all in one. The DFA is 'smart enough' to carve out the entire target, but not if you miss! -- REA Pilot and Guide Trainees (especially Chip and Mark): Huh? -- Weapons Tech Elton: If you shoot a man's shoe, the energy will work around an entire target and then the shoe, the man, and everything in his pockets will be fluxed into a random dimension. But if you shoot the ground just a hair under the shoe, it will not flux the man at all. And trying to find where "the floor ends" is a trickier process for the DFA -- REA Pilot and Guide Trainees (especially Chip and Mark): Huh? -- Weapons Tech Elton: *You don't need a head-shot but don't miss!* </End Flashback> -- Chip: I thought we were dead! I thought she found out about you hiding Crushestro! Mark: I didn't hide him! And "I don't know what you're talking about Chip!" -- Chip: You blasted the ground deep *under him* and then *over him!* He wasn't fluxed! He got buried, and only I was able to notice it with your system-glitches! Mark (grabbing Chip by the collar): Well then we're fine as long as he stays buried dude! As in rest in peace? *And /"We don't know what we're talking about Chip!"* -- Interpanel banner: FLASHBACK: TIME SINCE CHINESE MILITARY SATELLITE COVERAGE: +00:04:32 -- (A heavy rain falls in a deep hole caused by the DFAs) -- (A shiny hand punches out from beneath the rubble at the bottom of the hole) -- Comic Footer: THE RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT WARS - EPILOGUE OF SIGNIFICANCE - END | Flag | ||||
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Lower left monitor: <dark> Mid-left monitor: <Teresa> PAWN-1 Top left monitor: <Crushestro> ROOK-1 Top mid-left monitor: <Reynold Strom (aka Reid Nash; aka Agent Strum; aka Raymond Strum; aka Nash Straw; aka Warren Nashville); shaded red> PAWN-6 Top mid-right monitor: <Sharon Gall; shaded red> PAWN-7 Top right monitor: <Brain digbot> ROOK-2 Mid-right monitor: <Pang Legacy Group mutant; shaded red> PAWN-8 Lower right monitor: <dark> Central large monitor: <Riff> KING -- Squishydodo: I like the 'chess' theme. Riff is 'King'? Torg: Riff is our best hope and the biggest target of the other side. What of pawns 6 and 7? Squishydodo: No sign of Strom. Gwynn is building trust and friendship with Sharon Gall but she's not on board yet. Torg: Anything new on Pawn-8? Squishydodo: The "Pang-Legacy Group?" Mutants on the other side of the world. You know more about them than I. -- Torg: We need more pieces on the board before we start! We need Pawn 7. We need the Queen. /*We need to slow Hereti-Corp down.*/ Squishydodo: Zark is having no luck hacking and sabotaging the Hereti-Corp satellite program. Torg: If Knight-2 can't, then we might have to do a "Knight-1" prison break. Squishydodo: I should add there is /*no*/ sign of the Queen. I'm not even sure it's the best idea with your history... -- Monitors (clockwise from lower left): Lower left monitor: <dark> Mid-left monitor: <Percy> PAWN-4 Top left monitor: <Isabel (aka Izzy); shaded red> KNIGHT-1 Top mid-left monitor: <Noah Zark> KNIGHT-2 Top mid-right monitor: <Aylee> BISHOP-1 Top right monitor: <Gwynn> BISHOP-2 Mid-right monitor: <Marcus Chen> PAWN-5 Lower right monitor: <dark> Central large monitor: <dark> Torg (off panel): The Queen is the most important. The most difficult and the most powerful. And you are /*not*/ to mention the Queen's identity to anyone. Search for her again. /Now!/ -- Squishydodo (leaving): I'm on it, boss. We'll find her. Torg: Thanks Squish. -- (Torg faces the monitors and advances them with the remote) Monitors (clockwise from lower left): Lower left monitor: <dark> Mid-left monitor: <dark> Top left monitor: <dark> Top mid-left monitor: <dark> Top mid-right monitor: <dark> Top right monitor: <dark> Mid-right monitor: <dark> Lower right monitor: <dark> Central large monitor: <Oasis; shaded red> QUEEN -- (Torg turns his back on the monitors with a look of dread) === NOTE: Ref: _Knight-1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/150720> | _Pawn-7_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150918> | *PAWN-8* (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20121109>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20121130>) | _Pawn-6 & *QUEEN*_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150722>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Agent Drake: Isabella? Hello...? Drugged out again..? -- <****POP****> Agent Drake: ***EYYAAAH!*** Agent Tyler (in a cosplay outfit, possibly of Lelouche from Code Geass): Stupid designer drugs! That is one of the top ten *worst* side effects I've /ever seen,/ Drake! -- Agent Tyler: 'Obscure anime cosplay' is in the top three. Agent Drake: Shut up, Tyler. Isabella escaped again. No idea how long she's been out there. -- (Dr. Marcus Chen writes something on a piece of paper) -- (On the other side of a drill hole from Dr. Chen's cell, a specialized digbot scans the note for transmission back to base) -- Zoë: Bishop-1! We just got word from Pawn-5. Knight-1 is not in Hereti-Corp custody! Abort rescue operation and evac! Aylee (over video chat): Darn! OK! Bishop-1 out. Aylee's monitor: LIVE FEED | SECURE <LOCK> Monitor next to Aylee's (view of Dr. Marcus Chen's note): Knight-1 is _NOT_ _HERE!_ M.C. === NOTE: Ref: _Izzy's Escapes_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130130>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Squishydodo: By the way who cares about vampires when we have our own spaceship from another dimension!?! Izzy: It's Torg's spaceship technically. I'm just glad he left it for the cause! And /*I*/ care. And shut up. === NOTE: Apologies for this extra short comic! "Double duty" tomorrow! Torg Spaceship Ref: XT-33 (_deflated_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/20070612> /_inflated_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/20070613>) | Rammer's _Bag of Parting Gifts_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/200070809> | _XT-34 in digbot territory_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/20081124>. Izzy: _I Care_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/160201>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Panel Header: HERETI-CORP BASE Wall: INTERROGATION ROOM 3 Agent Blunte: When everyone thought the spy was escaping north you knew she was heading east. You walk out in the middle of your debriefing, violate security clearance, and use a sniper rifle to distract one of our R.E.A. units long enough for the spy to escape. -- Agent Blunte (off panel): The spy who sabotaged one of the *biggest* projects in this company's history. One that even /*(*)I(*)*/ don't have enough clearance to know about. | You think your previous record will be enough after all this? -- Agent Blunte: Fine. Don't say another word. You're just going to keep glaring at me. Well done, Agent Drake. You're a dead woman. | *You're cutting your nose to spite your face!* -- (With a circular saw buzzing inches from her face, Teresa taps on the digbots "DIG-PHONE 7") <***BZZZ***> <TIK><TIK><TIK><TIK> -- Squishydodo: Sure, it sounds barbaric, but digbots have had some troubles with interlopers in the past and... Hold on, getting a text! Squishydodo's phone: BZZZ -- (Gwynn, Aylee, and Tweetyjerkjerk stare in shock and alarm) Squishydodo (off panel): Good news! Teresa un-quit! -- Squishydodo: Hold on. Brain digbot is asking if we're accepting Teresa's unquitting via text. -- Squishydodo: "Sure... Brain... Digbot!... She's... a valuable... ... member... of the ... team! ...Especially ...to ...survive... the ...last 24 ... ...hours!" <TIK><TIK><TIK><TIK> -- Squishydodo: And... (Pregnant pause...) -- Squishydodo: Send. <KLIK!> -- Brain Digbot: It's OK Toby, she's good! <***BZZZ***> -- (The circular saw stops less than an inch from Teresa's face) | Flag | ||||
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-- 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? Zoë: 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. -- Zoë: Let's say you could. It /sounds/ bad but *they're* bad. This is the /world/ you would be protecting! -- Torg: We know Hereti-Corp was keeping at least two innocent people as prisoners on base. Zoë: The Zalias. I read the file. Torg: And since Hereti-Corp is putting on a "peace and love" face, no doubt they have innocent interns and employees joining up. Zoë: Yeah. -- Zoë: Torg, you're clearly not being theoretical here. 'A sentence from your mouth'? What are you talking about? === NOTE: Ref: Zoë's wearing Torg's old "_Operation King Under the Mountain_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/150722>" shirt. | Flag |
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