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Riff: *You want a piece of me? I will flatten that inflatable bulldozer nose of yours!* Tweetyjerkjerk: Call that Brain Digbot. We need a translator or something. -- <musical note><musical note> <***RING TONE!***> Torg: Squish? It's Torg! This is a new secure line. As we discussed yesterday, are the advertising funds in place yet? Squishydodo (whispering anxiously): Can't talk now! Riff is /right here!/ -- Torg: I just need to know when we need the video by. Squishydodo: It's complicated! I can't talk right now! -- Squishydodo: *He can't know you're back!* You know that! Torg (off panel; over the phone): But...? Squishydodo: *Are you deaf? I said I can't talk now! You just shut up and wait for me to have time for you.* -- Riff: Who are you talking to? Squishydodo: /**GYAH!!!**/ *Nobody! Just my grandma!* Torg: I'm grandma? Fine. | Talk to <musical note> you later <musical note> sonny! <flower> <musical note> -- <**DISCONNECTED**> Riff: You were just yelling at your... "grandma". Squishydodo: Yeah. I'm mean to Grandma. -- Riff: I have family. I get that. What did you mean by "he can't know you're back"? Squishydodo (blushing): It's the... mailman. He... threatens her. -- Riff: Which one? Squishydodo: Ah...A... All of them. -- Squishydodo: Everyone's mean to grandma. | Flag | ||||
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Tweetyjerkjer (digging in the refrigerator): Dude! Some of my best friends are venison! -- Tweeyjerkjerk (holding a sandwich): I'll just have my usual candy-cane dijonnaise on rye. Plate: **ALERT! ALERT!** -- <****RED ALERT****><****RED ALERT****><****RED ALERT****><****RED ALERT****><****RED ALERT****><****RED ALERT****> Tweetyjerkjerk (dropping the plate and sandwich): /**GYAH!!!**/ -- Tweetyjerkjerk: *What the hell?!?* Riff (giving a thumbs up): It's our new Alarmo Dishware™! It sets off alarms if dropped or jostled too much. -- Tweetyjerkjerk (annoyed): I didn't jostle it! Riff (digging into his trenchcoat for his phone): It's also a valid sandwich critic. -- Tweetyjerkjerk: Whey the hell would you buy...? Riff: I had a coupon. -- Tweetyjerkjerk (off panel): Well, I'm boxing this crap up and sending it back! Riff: Beware of the mailmen. They're mean. <**dialing...**> | Flag | ||||
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=== Translator Bot (that looks an awful lot like "Matty" from 4U City): *Shoddie Suits! Defensive Stance Omega-C! -- <**CLAMP**> <**CLAMP**> <**CLAMP**> <**CLAMP**> -- Translator Bot: *Go: Wide arc suppression fire!* -- <***BRAKITTA-BRAKITTA-BRAKITTA-BRAKITTA-BRAKITTA***> -- Translator Bot: *Rocket Shoddies, stand down. Headshotz™ Shoddies, identify and destroy targets! (Cardboard cutouts of an hC goon, Torg, Dr. Irving Schlock, and an REA-1 stand in front of the Headshotz™ Shoddies...) -- <***PUM***><***PUM***> <***PUM***><***PUM***> (The Headshotz™ Shoddies shoot blue 'ammunition'...) -- <***PUM***><***PUM***> <***SPLAT!***> (Translator Bot is hit with blue paint) -- (The cutouts of the hC goon, Schlock, and the REA-1 are all covered with blue paint hits; Torg's cutout is clean) -- Translator Bot (over video transmission on Riff's laptop): Overlord Riff, all 44 Shoddie Suits seem ready for combat as soon as you install the actual Headshotz™ weaponry. There /*is*/ a small error with the friend/foe targeting system. They see me as foe. Riff (installing an arm on an upgraded Mark 24): Weird! <**CLICK!**> -- Translator Bot (over video transmission on Riff's laptop): What's weird is I'm a digbot too so by default I should be identified as "friend." The "foe" tag must have been manually... Riff: Look, Translator-Bot maybe you should make yourself scarce after returning that patrol of Shoddie Suits to the warehouse. For your safety. -- Translator Bot (over video transmission on Riff's laptop): But this would be a simple fix if we... Riff: *Keep away from me!* === NOTE: OK I'm not sure I'm keeping that title, and there's a bunch of ref links I should add here but that's a 4-row involved comic and I'm tired! I'll retro ref-links here tomorrow and hopefully have a title by then! OK 2 quick refs: _Translatorbot_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170221> | _Matty_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090831>. NEW NOTE (ignore the old one): Refs: _Shoddie Suits_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170130> Need _Translation_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/170202> | _Translatorbot_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170221> | _Matty_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090831>. | 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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Sam: I'm not abandoning my friends, Urja. Urja: Reminder: our monthly strip poker night is tonight *only.* Sam: My friends will be fine. -- DFA: Target locked! (The crosshairs for the DFA are now centered on K'Z'K's head) -- Riff (thinking): I do this... I'm no better than Schlock! Riff (thinking): I'm /worse./ </(*)CLICK(*)/> Riff (thinking): What have I done? -- (The DFA on top of the Digbot Shoddie Suit begins to activate; a spider hangs from a tree branch above the Shoddie Suit) -- <****BOOM!****> (The Shoddie Suit explodes) -- Riff (thinking): That... shouldn't have happened. /Sabotage? Thank God!/ -- K'Z'K: A BOOM? RIFFY? Did you /*do that,*/ wherever you ARE? You might DELAY me... -- K'Z'K: But /*nothing*/ in all the Heavens and the Earth can EVER stop me! (Torg runs up behind K'Z'K, wielding a glowing Chaz) King Farahn (to himself): ‹My sword?› === NOTE: Ref: The _DFA Shoddie Suit_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2022-06-16>, the _Remote, and the Question_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2022-06-24>. | 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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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 (as the video link is turned off): 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: 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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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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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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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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-- 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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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 (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 (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. (The back of Sasha's shirt: "iSHIRT") Torg: Disk? Huh? Anywho, there we were, leaving the theater across the street from Market Eddie's Megamart... | 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: 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, DIGBOTS, 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** -- <***FWA-KLAPZITY***> -- <**WHUMP.**> (Torg runs to grab the ship as it deflates; the high priest falls over) -- High Priest: <Scared face> ! -- (Torg holds the packed XT-34 over his head; labeled "XT 35") 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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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? Brain-Digbot: *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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