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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... 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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-- Bun-Bun (on Riff's shoulder): */That's/ Plan F?* Oh I /gotta/ see *that!* That's worth letting you live Nerd-Boy! Riff (into his phone): Power up the shoddie suits, we're moving out early, *new target.* (Riff and Torg leave the booth and head down the hall following a sign taped to the wall that says "To 'Lots of Screens' Room <---"; behind them, at the booth, Tweetyjerkjerk has just brought Isabella (aka Izzy) a giant mug of "Wake Nog") -- Torg: Brain-Digbot, where are your digbots positioned? Brain Digbot (on screen): We've retreated beyond range of their EMP's as you asked. Screen: LIVE FEED | SECURE <lock> -- 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. -- Brain Digbot (on screen): I know what to do. It's been a pleasure working with you, m'lady! Screen: LIVE FEED | SECURE <lock> Torg (bowing): And with you, King Under the Mountain. -- Torg (on an iPad screen propped up against a bouquet of flowers; at the hospital): Squish! How're ya feeling? Squishydodo (in a full body cast): Like I was thrown out of the third floor of a building. -- Torg (on screen): Can you do me a solid and send one Black Ops Elves team to walk while another chews gum? Squishydodo: Solids aren't my strong suit right now. And they're not going to be infantry in your war Torg, you know that. -- Torg (giving thumbs up): /*This*/ is straight up espionage. Like we always talked about. Squishydodo (smiling; on screen): I'm listening... Screen: LIVE FEED | SECURE <lock> -- Torg: Crushy ol' pal, how can I make things up to you? How about government contacts and a whole lot of money? Crushestro (on screen): I'm listening... Screen: LIVE FEED | SECURE <lock> -- Torg: Percy? We're going to need your information skills most of all! Percy (on screen): I'm listening. Always listening. Screen: LIVE FEED | SECURE <lock> === NOTE: Ref: _Digbot Retreat_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170511> | _Squishydodo prefering [sic: should be "preferring"]_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160929> _Torg's style_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170106> | _Crushestro last seen_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170103> | _Percy last seen_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20161121>. And just for old times sake, FIRST APPERANCES [sic: should be "APPEARANCES"]: _Brain-Digbot_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20081111> | _Squishydodo_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20000827> | _Crushestro_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20091015> | _Percy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/19991026>. | 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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Agent Decker (below Agent Black; inside the REA): Did that sniper shot take out your sensors? (Below them are tunnels created by the digbots; specifically, the REA appears to be standing on a trapdoor, that leads to a shaft; at the bottom of the shaft Teresa is being held by one of the large bots, while a drill bot sits on her knee) -- Agent Black (inside the REA): I'm not sure, Decker. hC Operator: Keep searching, REA-Condor-Red! Agent Decker (inside the REA): Acknowledged, base. -- (Teresa lifts her right knee up to get a look at the drill bot; she is sweating profusely) Teresa: uhhhhhh... Digbot: Shhh. -- Bun-Bun: Could you be be more ominous, Squishydodo? Gwynn: /Is Teresa OK?!?/ Tweetyjerkjerk: How do you know she won't give up our location? Squishydodo: She promised. After she escaped and then quit. -- </Flashback> Teresa (over video-feed): I'm just chillin' with my inflatable squad for now. And don't worry. I'm not going to turn around and sell the location of your casino-base to the highest bidder. -- Squishydodo: Promise? Teresa (over video-feed): Promise. Besides, my issues are not with *all* you guys! Just Riff. </End flashback> === NOTE: Dig Bots (& Rook-2) Refs Tomorrow-ish | Flag | ||||
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(Torg and Kiki arrive at the scene to discover three Hereti-Corp agents gleefully firing randomly; slaughtering digbots) -- Kiki (on Torg's shoulder): Why are the mean people firing guns at the digbots while pointing at us? Torg: Beats the opposite, Kiki! *Everyone take cover!* Sign 1: Madame BLOWDINGER'S Tiny Quantum Heart-Shaped BOX! | "You won't know if you attended the show until the doors open!" Sign 2: Picture of a digbot suspended by an inflatable leg in fishnet stockings <heart> <heart> <heart> Sign 3: Critics say: "Not that there's anything wrong with that!" </Pause flashback> -- Sasha: Hereti-Corp started shooting up Digbot Town? -- Torg: They must have tried to shadow us and lost us for a few hours while we checked out the Digbot nightlife. They spotted us, pulled guns, and when the Digbots reacted, they opened fire. -- Sasha: Do you think they following [sic: should be "followed"] you from the Pennsylvania woods? Torg: No. They were staking out the lot. Sasha: How do you know? -- Torg: There was a suspicious looking "Innocent Plumbing" van across from the lot when we arrived. -- Torg: And there was the way they were grinning when they opened fire on the digbots. Sasha: Grinning? -- Torg: We've been gone for a while. They must have had agents in vans on stake-outs at our old stomping grounds for *months* with /no results!/ -- Sasha: I guess they'd be overjoyed to finally catch us. Torg: No, they were happy to finally be out of the van! -- </Resume flashback> (The Hereti-Corp agents continue grinning and shooting wildly; one digbot flies at them with a headband on) hC Agent #1 (into communicator): *We've located the target, but we've been compromised! Send backup!* hC Dispatch (off panel; over the communicator): The only backup available is on break from staking-out the target's favorite hair salon. They don't want to get /*back*/ into the van to drive to your location! hC Agent #1 (into the communicator): Who could /*blame*/ them! hC Agent #2: *We're all gonna die!* *Outside of the van!* /*YES!*/ hC Female agent: Our van smells like feet, sweat and aged Asiago cheese! hC Agent #2: Speaking of which, where's Giuseppe? hC Female agent: We left him in the van! /He's lost to us!/ I'm *not going back!* </Pause flashback> -- (Sasha's shirt reads "iSHIRT" (the front reads "iiiii")) Sasha: Those are direct quotes you heard from the Hereti-Corp agents? Torg: I was too far to hear, but I bet it was something like that. Sasha: So you made up "Giuseppe"? Torg: I wish. He was about to become very real! === Note: Refs: _Suspicious Van_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100129> | _Innocent Plumbing_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090708>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Torg: So her 'innocent blood' powers you up, but that initial cut won't kill her? Chaz: Any cut or stab from me, now that my powers have been unleashed, no matter how immortal you might think her, she will die. -- Chaz: Of course she is clearly a master-assassin and even with my helping your swordplay I think you'll be dead long before you tag her. Torg (confidently): But notice how she's not making any moves, and is also a foot shorter? -- (The ground beneath Kusari has started to crumble and digbots have grabbed her feet...) -- <**CRUMBLE CRUMBLE**> <**DIG DIG DIG**> (View from underground...) -- <***DIGBOT SNEAK ATTACK!***> (Kusari goes down...) -- Chaz: Unseen allies from beneath! Now's our chance to... Torg: /**RUNNNN!**/ | Flag | ||||
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Gilda Mesinger (on Schlock's view screen): Torg knows about our digbot E.M.P. counteroffensive? Schlock: Agent Sasha told Riff. Long story. Let me see our EMP "kill zones." -- Torg (through the megaphone; with Oasis in front of him knives at the ready, and four Shoddie Suits forming a front line in front of her): You created the digbots! They looked up to you. And time and time again you attempt genocide. It's like... -- Torg (off panel; through a megaphone; being piped into Dr. Irving Schlock's command center): ...It's like murdering your child. Schlock (looking at the EMP "kill zones"): Perfect. I wanted to confirm EMP shielding in the area of Dr. Steve's old computer-banks. We're in good shape. And that's about when the other shoe drops. -- <***/ERT-ERT!/* ISO-SCAN ALERT! RIFF DETECTED.** Schlock: And there he is. === NOTE: Ref: '_Agent Sasha told Riff._ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170509>' | Flag | ||||
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--- Brain Digbot: *Hurray!* Digbots: <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> -- Translator bot (that looks like Mattie): /*Yes!!!*/ Isabella Abato (aka Izzy; over the communications link): Riff, come in. There are Hereti Corp disruptions all over the board. Does that mean 'Plan F' was a success? Have we won? -- Riff (on a hover bike with Bun-Bun; Aylee flying next to him; over the communications link): Not out of the woods yet, Izzy! We've got six REA-Condors heading right for us! *They have range! We're sitting ducks!* -- Izzy (off panel): Six?!? Oh my /God!/ Riff, get low! /Lose them in the trees! *Run!*/ -- Riff: *Aylee! Evasive maneuvers!* | Flag | ||||
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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. SFX: 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? SFX: Wrrrr... Schlock: Yes-yes. Dismissed. -- Gennaro (looking towards the light source): Dear lord, /*what the hell is that?!?*/ Schlock: I said "Dismissed" Genarro [sic: should be "Gennaro"] Gennaro: /*YES SIR! SORRY SIR!*/ | Flag | ||||
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Riff (closing the hatch): But with a little patience, science, and hard work, we have a new breed of warrior hungry for the fight against Hereti-Corp. This is a digbot no more! I present to you, *the inflatable pilotbot* and *SHODDIE Suit!* <**CLAMP.**> -- Riff: *Pilotbot-1 Defensive Stance Omega!* -- <*****EEEEEE...*****> (The arms on the exoskeleton start rotating rapidly) -- <****GRINNNND...****> -- Squishydodo: Looks like he's digging. Riff: Yeah but look how defensive it is. <***GRINNND***> <**GRINND**> <*GRIND*> -- Squishydodo (doing air quotes): So it's a "feature?" Riff: Do you know how hard it is to solder inflatable circuit boards? | Flag | ||||
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-- Torg (off panel; through Dr. Irving Schlock's sound system): You were our *friend.* You lived in our house. You shared our lives. Schlock: /"Friend"?/ Your rabbit takes my eye. Riff tried to stuff my head in his laser-cannon on the *weakest of evidence! These* are *not* the actions of /*true*/ friends. Gilda Mesinger (on Schlock's viewscreen): Boss, did you want me to connect your audio to the speaker system so you can talk to him? Schlock: No. Greet his remarks with /silence./ -- Torg (through the megaphone): But then you somehow take over Hereti-Corp, steal Riff's tech, and try to kill my friends? /Our/ friends? -- Schlock: This is the game I was forced to play. -- Torg (angrily through the megaphone): Did you think for one minute that you could have reached out to us? "Hey guys! I've got Hereti-Corp under control! Let's work together to make it a force for good"? Instead of setting people we love on fire?!? And fluxing nuns?!? -- (Schlock says nothing and looks sad and remorseful) -- Torg: But of all the betrayals, what you did to the digbots had to be the /worst./ -- Schlock: *Digbots! /That's/* his play, digbot attacks from all sides. Gilda (on Schlock's viewscreen): You anticipated that, boss. That's why were [sic: should be "we're"] ready to defend with EMP defenses. And lots of straight-pins to make 'em go "pop!" -- Schlock: But that /can't/ be their *whole* plan, /can it?/ === NOTE: Ref: _Rabbit and Eye_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/19971109> | Riff and cannon (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20070305>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20081205>) | _Fire_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090804> | _Nuns_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160516>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Maybe after I finish this flashback. So there we were, running down and up the daises to the XT-34 with every XT-34-worshipping digbot on alert to stop us. -- </Resume flashback> Torg (narrating): I had to think of something fast! (Torg runs up steps towards the XT-34 with Kiki on his shoulder while the digbots give chase) Digbots: <Human> ! -- (Torg makes it onto the dais with the spaceship and the high priest digbot) Torg: BEHOLD, DIGBOT, I AM A HUMAN GOD AND SHALL DIMINISH YOUR DIGBOT GOD UNLESS YOU SHOW ME THE GODLY RESPECT I DESERVE! -- Shovel-Nosed Digbot: <Halo over Praying Hands> <Spaceship> Drill-bot: <Human> ? Rotating Scoops Digbot: <Sad face> Brush-bot: ? -- Digbots: <Angry face> ! <Dagger> <Human> -- Digbots: <Dagger> <Human> ! Torg (wielding a remote): *YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE!* "Auto-Deflate-n'-Pack Keypad": *BEEPITTY BEEP BEEP *CLICK** -- SFX: ***FWA-KLAPZITY*** -- SFX: **WHUMP.** (Torg runs to grab the ship as it deflates; the high priest falls over) -- SFX: [...]ITY WHUMP. -- High Priest: <Scared face> ! -- (Torg holds the packed XT-34 over his head; labeled "XT SS") Torg: THREATEN ME NOT LEST I DESTROY THY GOD BEFORE THINE EYES! -- Digbots: <Scared face> ! <Halo over Praying Hands> <Human> ! -- (Several digbots join in) Lesser priest digbots and others: <Halo over Praying Hands> <Human> ! Brush-Nosed Digbot: <Dagger> <Spaceship> -- High Priest: <Angry face> ! -- High Priest: <Halo over Praying Hands> <Spaceship> ! Other digbots: <Dagger> <Human> ! -- 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> </Pause flashback> -- (Sasha has knocked over the fondue pot in surprise, covering Torg with hot chocolate, stabbing him with two forks, and setting the table cloth on fire) Sasha: *YOU STARTED A /HOLY WAR?!?/* Torg: ****eeeEEEYEARGH!!!**** | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Exactly. A little softer material. -- Riff: Torg, *4U City* was created by Dr. Schlock. These *digbots* are created by Dr. Schlock. I wonder whether us using the dig-bots and weaponizing them... I wonder if we're simply creating the /next/ malevolent force I'll be responsible for and need to stop. -- Torg: The digbots are doing more good for us than you know. And they may have a bigger grudge against Schlock than either of us, if that's possible. -- Riff: Whatever, I need to get back to work. A lot to do in the next two days. -- Torg: You're hitting them from the north, right? Riff: Yeah, and you're doing something with Oasis. According to Aylee, Oasis can't control her pyrokinetics one bit. Your /"Plan F"/ is /"Plan F'd up."/ -- Torg (indignantly): What are you saying? -- Riff (angrily): I'm saying you agreed to follow my lead. *Here's* my order. If you can't help me directly, *stand down, stay here, and /shut up./ -- Torg (leaving): Whatever you say boss. === NOTE: Ref: _Riff tells Torg and Zoe [sic: should be "Zoë"] about Matty and 4U City_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110908> | _The Digbot Grudge_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150803> | _Plan F_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170124>. | Flag | ||||
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-- 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. -- Torg (turning away and starting to dial his phone): Oh, /*this is not good!*/ -- Juan Ringy-D (answering the phone): HELLOOOOOOO? Torg (in a panic; speaking into the phone): Juan? I need to speak to the Brain Digbot. Priority Code /"Macy's Day!"/ -- Riff (to his phone): If you want me to /*think*/ about trusting you, release Gwynn. And hand her your gun. === NOTE: Ref: _Juan_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170207> | _Chen mentions Digbots_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170412>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg (in shadows): Squishy, /*report!*/ -- Squishydodo (also in shadows): So far Bun-bun has no idea what we're up to. -- Torg: How do you know? Squishydodo: We have all our bones intact. Torg: Good enough for me. *Next!* -- Squishydodo: The digbots are slow but effective. And they're somewhat like toys so the other elves have been aiding in the digbots replication process. We should have them tripled by week's end. -- Torg: Wait so you make toys like Christmas Elves? That's so... cute! Squishydodo (annoyed): Yeah, go figure. Look at this! -- Squishydodo (off panel; narrating): We're using small-team digbots to run wires miles in all directions, utilizing occasional to [sic: "to" should not be here] relay points and failsafe tunnel-collapsers. All the tunnels end in real or dummy servers. Diagram legend: C = CASINO * = COLLAPSER D = DUMMY SERVER S = SERVER -- Squishydodo (off panel; narrating): We'll be able to handle communications and maybe even use the device from here, and if Hereti-Corp notices they'll look for us in wrong places. -- Torg: And Zark? -- Squishydodo: We know how to contact him. Basically you just say when! <**CLAP. CLAP**> -- Light: **CLAP-ON!** (An overhead light turns on, revealing a very narrow passage, in which Torg and Squishydodo are standing, and a lone digbot is slowly widening...) -- Torg: We'll need to look the part. We need monitors. A lot more monitors. -- Torg (knocking one elbow against the side of the passageway): Plus I have to be able to raise my elbows in my office. Squishydodo: I thought we installed a clap-on light system so we wouldn't have to worry about your gangly elbows. </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Torg (narrating): It was clear with Riff's lab transformed into the Mall of the Digboticas, it was going to be harder to find what I was looking for. So we took a break with our inflatable digbot friends for dinner and a movie. (Torg and Kiki walk into a movie theater) Movie screen: The following PREVIEW has been approved for RESTRICTED AUDIENCES ONLY by a motion picture association. -- Movie Screen: WINNER | Floating Globe Award 2009 | 2009 International 99 Luft Award Torg: Wow! I feel like I'm on Mst5k! Kiki: /shhh!/ Drill-bot: <forefinger at mouth> -- Movie screen: IN A WORLD WHERE BALLOONS HUNGER TO SOAR FREE IN THE SKIES -- Movie screen: ONE ANGRY AND BITTER OLD MAN WOULD ENSLAVE 60,000 INNOCENT BALLOONS -- Movie screen: UNTIL THEY **POP** AND **DIE** -- Movie screen: UP... | Digbot-Enhanced edition! Balloons (from the preview): /Hallllp!/ | Someone /help us!/ | Help! We're tied to a /*house!*/ | Where's my mummy? Are you my mummy? -- Balloons (off panel; from the preview): My love... | Don't try to speak... | I... I see you... | <**POP!**> | Oh God, /*nooooo!*/ | <**poppitty**> <***POP!***> <**POP!**> <**pop.**> Drillbot: <sad/crying face> Digbot: <forefinger at mouth> Torg: I will never see this movie the same way again. Movie screen (audio): *We now present the digbot-enhanced edition of Jim Cameron's /"Stabatard!"/ </Pause flashback> -- Sasha: Torg? Can we fast forward your flashback to the important parts? Torg: Like the fact that even the digbots couldn't avoid the theatrical masterpeice [sic: should be "masterpiece"] which is /*"Stabatard?"*/ -- Sasha: Torg I don't want to hear you gush about "Stabatard" again. Torg: How about I /flash*back*/ to when I gushed about "Stabatard?" -- Sasha: You know what? Maybe I can find the data on that data disk without knowing where it came from. Torg: Disk? Huh? Anywho, there we were, leaving the theater across the street from Market Eddie's Megamart... | Flag | ||||
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Schlock: You then proceeded to lose him. Be glad I'm distracted, Genarro [sic: should be "Gennaro"]. Gennaro: Point. Schlock: I never thought those digbots would amount to so much. A shame we burned down their city. -- Gennaro: It wasn't my order. It's been burning slowly for a few days now. The fires are finally under control but the plastic fumes are noxious. The last of the digbots are holed up near their temple. An interrogation squad with breathers are [sic: should be "is"] moving in. Frog is leading them in his "frech". Schlock: "Frech"? Gennaro: Frog mech. -- Caption: Digbot City eastern corridor Brain-Digbot: *Defend the temple!* Does everyone have their helmet and construction laser? *Hurry! /They're blasting the door!/* -- (The digbots wait, the scene is similar to the rebels waiting for the storm troopers in one of the first scenes of "Star Wars: A New Hope") -- (The door gets blasted in) -- (Hereti-Corp agents wearing backwards hats and breathing systems look a lot like Star Wars storm troopers; they fire guns at the digbots) | Flag | ||||
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Torg: /Aw!/ Zoë looks sad! -- Brain-Digbot: One of the first things I assessed was a low morale amongst the digbots so I had this place... Torg (walking off panel): Hold that thought. -- Brain-digbot: You know, I thought I'd be interesting enough to hold the human's attention for my story Maybe I'm not as brainy as I thought. -- Torg: I think that realization might make you the brainiest digbot of all time. Brain-digbot (wagging its tail): So you'll hear the rest of my story? -- Torg (off panel): Nope. (Brain-digbot gets all droopy sad) | Flag | ||||
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Brain-Digbot: You see how easily we deal with those organic law-breakers? That is because we are a city of strict laws and robotic logic, human female! You could only benefit learning to emulate us! -- (Giuseppe sets two marshal-bots on fire; another marshal-bot approaches Brain-Digbot; Torg starts to back away slowly) SFX: ***FOOOOSH!*** Marshal-Bot: <Catapult> <Flame> ! Brain-Digbot: A /flamethrower?/ We can't stand up to a /*flamethrower!*/ We have the second most flammable city in the world next to Molotov-Bot City! -- Brain-Digbot (panicking): What are we gonna do? /What are we gonna dooo?!?/ -- (Brain-Digbot gives orders to the marshal-bot; drama-light-bot approaches) Brain-Digbot: Upload this announcement immediately to Announce-Bot! -- Brain-Digbot: *All civil rights suspended! All digbots run for your lives in circles!* -- Brain-Digbot: *And round up all organics for slaughter!* -- Marshal-Bot: <Flame> ? Brain-Digbot: Make that: "Round up all organics, without flamethrowers, for slaughter!" -- (Torg runs away with Kiki) Marshal-Bot: <Three arrows pointing at each other in a circle with sweat drops> ? Brain-Digbot: No-no, you can start running for your lives in circles immediately, just stop to round up any non-flamethrower-wielding organics that you spot. -- Brain-Digbot: In that, every digbot in the city will become a robo-sweaty rotating surveillance camera! None shall escape (except those with flamethrowers)! -- Brain-Digbot: *They shall fear the day that we feared the day!* </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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(A marshal-bot brings Torg (with Kiki on his shoulder) to the Brain-Digbot, who is sitting on a floating platform, the bottom half of which looks like a regular balloon) Marshal-Bot: <Microwave> ? Brain-Digbot: Release him, Marshal-Bot! *We meet again, human female!* Kiki: Hi! Who are you? Torg: *Brain-Digbot!* -- Brain-Digbot: Hello, tube-shaped mammal! I am **THE BRAIN-DIGOT!!!** created to manage and drive advanced tasks for the once-purposeless digbots. -- Kiki: Oooh! I do that too! Brain-Digbot: You are a task manager? Kiki: No, I pretend I'm important, too! -- Kiki: I am **RIKI-KIKI-TACO,** princess of the hidden couchlands! Torg: So we're free to go? Brain-Digbot: You did not break our 'no-guns' laws. They did. There is no one to pop but them. -- Brain-Digbot: Behold as a troop of marshal-bots charge those gun-totting [sic: should be "gun-toting"] fools like charging bulls of digbot justice! Torg: I'll behold in just a sec! <POP> <BLAM> <RAT-TAT-TAT> <POP> <BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA> -- (Torg surreptitiously removes a gun from his waistband, beside a container marked "TRASH") -- (Torg drops the gun in the container) -- (As Torg walks away, the container opens an eye, revealing itself to be sentient) Torg: So anywho, after the beholding, could you point us to the eastern tunnels? -- Brain-Digbot: The eastern tunnels lead to the digbot temple. It is forbidden for non-digbots to enter. Torg: Uhhh... (The trash-bot walks over to them) -- Trash-bot (coughing up the gun): Cough! -- (Brain-Digbot straightens his tail in surprise) -- (Brain-Digbot gets angry) -- Brain-Digbot: *Get this lawbreaker out of my sight!* -- (Brain-Digbot closes his eyes in fury) -- (They look on as the marshal-bot carries the trash-bot away) Marshal-Bot: <Barred window> . Trash-bot: <Arrow> (pointing to) <open frame> <family photo> **!** -- Brain-Digbot: I'm sorry you had to see that. Torg: I'm feeling kinda sorry myself. </Pause flashback> === Note: Ref: _Human Deemed Female_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/081111> | "_Taco_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/19990316>" | Flag |
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