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Riff: I don't care about Torg. What about Zoë? -- Izzy: The 4U city network is vast but vulnerable, so the most classified information exists on closed networks. *Security tickets* let the uppity-ups know which closed network terminal to use to access which classified information. <TAK TAK tak> -- Riff: So if you wanted to know what size boxers to buy His Masterness for his birthday, the security ticket tells you "overlord undies specs can only be accessed through the last computer on the left." Izzy: It's unusual to find these security tickets out in the open, but there are a few other hackers on the network besides me. -- Izzy: I was getting up to speed with the cases our new identities were working on and this came over the wire. This ticket would be scandalous if this city wasn't too drugged up to care. An execution report. The government is not supposed to kill in 4U City. Only "judge." -- Izzy: About 8 months ago, a top level preexisting order was triggered, to execute any outsider matching your DNA. That's definitely you, or another Riff *or my husband!* <TAK TAK TAK> -- Riff: You have my DNA? Izzy: I have hobbies. Riff: Moving on. -- Izzy: A /*separate*/ top level preexisting order was triggered to rush this woman into custody. We don't have a complete DNA record on Zoë, but this /*could*/ be her. -- Riff: To the point. *Is she alive,* and do we *know where she is?* Izzy: This ticket doesn't say. Just that the orders were issued, and the resulting report can only be accessed... -- (The computer screen shows a diagram of the central tower with a computer terminal indicated) Izzy: ...here. This one terminal on one of the upper floors of the central tower. <TAK TAK TAK> -- Izzy: Both orders triggered at the same second, matching our best guess as the time you arrived with her? Both of you, "outsiders, without bio-chips," appearing inside the city? No matter what Torg wants to believe, I think this ticket is about you and your Zoë. <TAK TAK TAK TAK> -- Izzy (looking over her shoulder): But we're not going to be able to take the central tower until Torg raises his army, so you need to help Torg, not pummel him with a cockney wrench! And... -- Izzy: Riff? -- Izzy (hugging her 4U coffee mug): Uh-oh. | Flag | ||||
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-- (The XT-34 comes into view, drawn upside down) Zoë (off panel; from inside the XT-34 space station): Izzy? -- Zoë (off panel; from inside the XT-34): *Izzy!* Zoë: I hear you snoring, Izzy. /*Wake the hell up!*/ -- (Izzy is apparently at an old hide out, as one of her brother's "The Free 3" posters is taped to the wall; a bottle of booze, and another on it's side are on a table behind Izzy, along with a couple of bottles of pills) Zoë (off panel; over the computer): /**IZZZZZZYY!?!?*/ Izzy (coming to in a puddle of drool; raising her head from her desk): *Snork... huh?* -- Izzy (barely awake): Hey, get off my back! I've had a long day! *Two* long days, no sleep! Zoë (off panel; over the computer): We're upside-down! -- Izzy (annoyed): You're in zero-G, there is no "upside-down"! | Look, Zoë, we went over enough for you to point yourself in a direction and go there. I can take care of everything, even steering from here. I've got you. -- Zoë (floating upside down; a stray screw bounces off of her helmet): OK. It's just you never confirmed we were heading in the right direction. But of course you have us in the right direction. -- Zoë (off panel; over the computer): Right? Zoë: /Izzy?!?/ Izzy: **ZZZ** -- Gwynn (pouting): Would you care to hear my intelligence-level assessment of this plan? Zoë: If you don't want to help me Gwynn, the door is right there. (A coffee mug with a heart on it floats by, along with the stray screw) === NOTE: Izzy's not kidding! This day started back in _July_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20170710>! | Flag | ||||
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Tweetyjerkjerk: I'll evacuate all the remaining black-ops elves and the casino staff. Izzy: I'll announce the close of the casino. Pest control and fumigation. "Be back soon!" -- Izzy: We're evacutating [sic; should be "evacuating"]. How's Aylee, Surjrydocdoc? Surjrydocdoc: With her alien physiology, it's impossible to say but she seems to be barely holding on. | I know this. She can't be moved and I can't help her alone. -- (Izzy looks sad and contemplative) -- </Flashback> Medic: He *can't* be /*MOVED!*/ He'll /*bleed*/ to death! Minion Master/Anthony: You go, Izzy. This is my fault. Only one of us has to die. Izzy (holding Anthony's hand): I didn't fight this long to give up on you, brother. Sign above Anthony's bed: + Wash your hands! Anthony's phone: <musical note> *Ring!* <musical note> <musical note> *Ring!* <musical note> </End flashback> -- Izzy (looking determined): You won't be alone. -- Izzy (looking guiltily embarrassed): Tweetyjerkjerk will stay with you! -- Izzy: I'll check in from a more secure location real soon now. Gotta-go-by. Tweetyjerkjerk: Wow, and they call /me/ jerkjerk. -- Gwynn (inside another room at the casino headquarters; as Izzy walks by): This is a stupid plan, Zoë. This is /*crazy.*/ Zoë (doing something on her phone): Sending me to help you get Brian Rammer's DNA from Sharron Gall... /*That*/ was a stupid plan. -- Gwynn (holding onto CappyBo (Captain Botanical); Bun-Bun looking on): That was to keep us "out of their way" and you know it. Zoë: They were trying to keep us safe. And now Torg and Riff are in trouble. -- Gwynn (angrily): They're *always* in trouble! *Have you even /met them?!?/* === NOTE: Ref: Brother (_1_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20101207>) (_2_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20160212>) | _Zoë called in_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20171018> | _Rammer Plan_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20170703>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Izzy (checking in at her computer console): They are close but not docked or on their way back. herm. -- Izzy (now sitting in front of her computer console): Let's not jump to conclusions. Let's see what the XT-34 can see! | So that's the Hereti-Corp space station up close and personal. -- Izzy (off panel; looking at her monitor): Wow! They're using robots with built-in 3D printers to print the materials to build the station! Izzy's monitor: ANALYZING... -- Izzy: That's really neat! -- Izzy (off panel; looking at her monitor): And that DFA satellite looks complete, active, and its DFA is pointed right at the XT-34. Izzy's monitor: D.F.A (pointing at the DFA weapon) -- Izzy (alarmed): Less neat. Uh-oh... === NOTE: Ref: _Izzy last seen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20171218>. | Flag | ||||
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AbatoNet AbatoNet AutoStamp 00:17:54:54-00:13:23:05 Skin: 'Galaxies' 'Aero' 'BlurLine' Targets: [.]XT-34 (blue) [.]Musky-5 (green) [.] "Suspect Station" I (pink) [.] Unknown Ship 325 (red - likely the Mater-1) [.] U.F.O. 27 (white - likely O.A.S.I.S.) (The shuttles and space station are positioned and labeled on Izzy's screen; "U.F.O." and "Unknown Ship" labels are shown, but faded by the "Musky-5", indicated that the three ships used to be close together, but the Musky-5 is (more or less) holding position, while the Mater-1 and O.A.S.I.S. have nearly reached the "Suspect Station") -- Gwynn: Did I just see a fat guy float by? nahhh... Izzy (on the XT-34 monitor): /*Gwynn! Zoë!*/ -- Zoë: *Izzy!* Glad to see you're up and about! Gwynn: We threatened to blow them up with the FIDO-2 if they didn't turn over Torg and Riff. They overshot the ten minutes we gave them but still no response! -- Izzy (over the monitor): *Torg and Riff aren't there!* Zoë: /What?/ Where *are* they? Izzy: I was sure they'd be brought to the station but they're currently floating a few miles away from you for reasons I haven't figured out yet! -- Izzy (on the monitor): I keep replaying the information from the last few hours. There's another ship involved. -- Izzy (on the monitor): What's time-critical is over the last few minutes the station has positioned one of their under-construction flux-satellites to point its DFA /*right at you guys!*/ -- Zoë (looking panicky at Gwynn): Crap! Schlock is gonna flux us! Gwynn (alarmed): What do we do? -- Zoë (determined): We channel our inner Riff. -- Zoë (holding her arms out and closing her eyes): OMMMmmmmmmmmmm.... Gwynn (crossing her eyes): I DUNNOOOoooooooooo.... Izzy (on the monitor; crossing her eyes): Duhhhhhhhhhhh... -- Zoë (winking): The best defense is a big explosion. | The offense is a big explosion. | When you want to sneak away during a distraction, you need... -- Gwynn: A /*really*/ big explosion. Zoë (gleefully): Launching FIDO-2 now! Gwynn: And then we bee-line to the boys! Gwynn (looking dubious): What could go wrong? Izzy (looking grim): Exactly my thought. | Flag | ||||
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Riff's phone (lying on the grass, where the encounter with the Sashas took place): INCOMING CALL FROM: IZZY -- <bzzz> -- Izzy (on video screen talking to...?): After action report. Hereti-Corp primary R&D base has been utterly destroyed. Hereti-Corp is on an inevitable path to bankruptcy. The mission was a complete success. -- Izzy (on video screen): With the Hereti-Corp satellites offline, I can't piggyback on and monitor the situation in any way, but all evidence points to our side being a total loss as well. None of our forces have reported in. -- Tweetyjerkjerk (angrily): *Why don't you break protocol and just call them?* Izzy: I just did, Tweety. No answer. Tweetyjerkjerk: *Why did you break protocol?!? I'm blaming you randomly!* Izzy: Tweety, I am on low sleep right now and I need you to *back off. Translator-bot, any news?* Translator-bot (carrying a hobo sack): Nothing since one of our patrols were wiped out by the one called 'Kusari'. This brings our alliance to a close. As indicated by the universal simbol [sic: should be "symbol"] of my hobo-bindle-stick. -- Izzy: There's no sign of Torg, Riff, Bun-Bun or Aylee [sic: needs a period] We don't even know how many shoddie-suits survived, and you're *cutting us off from your intel just like that?!?!* Translator-bot: I am sorry. Thank you for helping us defeat our *God-Nemesis Schlock.* A happy unpopped future to you. Izzy (opening a prescription bottle): Yeah, /whatever./ -- (Izzy pops a couple of pills from a bottle labeled "Rx") -- Izzy (whispering): Please don't be dead, you big dummy! -- (Izzy works her phone...) -- Izzy's phone: CALLING ZOË... === NOTE: Ref: _Patrol vs. Kusari_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20170817>. | Flag | ||||
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<TAK TAK TAK> -- (Izzy stops typing) -- Izzy (without turning around): Stop doing that. Riff: Huh? -- Izzy (approaching Riff): Staring at me while I work. You're not my husband. Acting like him is creepy. Riff (sticking his hands in his pocket and staring at the floor): I dunno. -- Izzy: You want to know how we met, right? How I could get some version of you to settle down and marry me? Well /you don't deserve to know that./ Riff: I dunno. -- Izzy: Yes, Torg is being hard on you. We were both disappointed to find out you weren't the Riff we were hoping to find. This situation has been hard on us all. I'll remind Torg of that. Riff: I dunno. -- Izzy: A turkey sandwich in the fridge? No Riff, I haven't even seen a turkey in years. You're lucky we still have beer! Riff: /*WOMAN GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!*/ -- Riff (running away): /****AAAA!****/ -- (Riff slowly walks back the other way) Izzy: My Riff used to run, screaming, the wrong way too. Riff: My bunk's this-a-way g'nite. === Transcriber's Note (Re: "sic"): There is an error in panel 7: In previous panels, Riff had the Chem-Labs logo on his shirt (as he did in the field); in this panel, he has the star, representing the REA-5 troops. | Flag | ||||
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Riff: *Where is he, Izzy?* Izzy: He's heading out on patrol with 6-Pack! Riff I know that look, don't chase him! Riff: /*What*/ look? Izzy: The "I'm going to pummel some jerk to death with my wrench" look. -- (Riff walks past Izzy and pulls out Wrench-Bot) Riff: Keep out of this, Izzy. This is between me and Torg. Wrench-Bot: And Torg's nose b'tween me hook jaw an' me heel jaw! Riff: Silent-mode, Wrench-Bot. Wrench-Bot: OY! -- Izzy (grabbing Riff's shoulder): I know why he just asked about your Zoë and seemed happy that she died. He thinks we finally found /*our*/ Zoë, here in 4U City. -- Izzy: I think we found yours. | Flag | ||||
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ZHOAS/Jane: /Orsintos Labs?/ Are you trying to go /'over my head,'/ Bestseid? Because if you are I will hunt down and eat your children! /Slow!/ Izzy: So my brother is alive. That's all I needed to know. -- Izzy (firing a shot at Bestseid): *I will find him and I don't need you!* <**PUM**> (Bestseid puts a bullet through ZHOAS/Jane's brains, then turns and fires at Izzy, while reaching for the button to a trapdoor) <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> -- ZHOAS/Jane (with a gaping hole in her forehead): Uhhhhh -- Torg (pointing a gun at Izzy's head): *Hand over the gun!* Izzy: Ugh. I'm *SO* bad at this. -- Torg (concerned): *ZHOAS!* -- Torg (hugging ZHOAS): I missed you *too!* Hey, you're looking /sharp!/ Izzy (her hands still in the air): So that's 'Zombie Head on a Stick?' I think I may have shot it. Torg: Aw, that's OK. Getting shot doesn't hurt her none, does it, ZHOAS? <heart> ZHOAS/Jane: Nooooo -- Torg (accusingly): Wasn't Bestseid in here? Izzy: He dropped down a trapdoor behind the desk. Torg: There's a trapdoor in this office? Izzy: I know. I designed this place. Crushestro: The cat is out of the bag so I require a wet-nap. ZHOAS/Jane: awww... | Flag | ||||
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Lady Urja: *Menelaus' underlings!* Melenaus [sic: should be "Menelaus"] has been /*destroyed!*/ Lady Urja: Something has gone /wrong!/ *My queen!?!* /I am so sorry, my queen!/ -- (Water drips from a sprinkler head that has served its purpose) -- (The sprinkler head moves back into the ceiling; there is mist and smoke in the air) -- Isabella Abato (Izzy): How are you (*)cough(*) doing? Riff: Better (*)cough(*) pain-wise but hard to (*)cough(*) breathe. Izzy: Well, we survived. (*)cough(*) Time to explain. First off, why were you /'hiding from me'?/ Riff: I specifically said I was (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) *(*)not(*)* hiding from you, so there's nothing to talk about. -- Izzy: OK, (*)cough(*) putting on the sprinklers, that was to help guarantee Sam survived, /right?/ Riff: I owe Torg that much. Sam's a (*)cough(*) monster, and I'm going to stop him. I just don't need to kill him. (*)cough(*) Izzy (less cheerily): /How?/ Riff: We stake him. (*)cough(*) His type of vampire becomes completely incapacitated when staked. And we should do so quickly before Sam and this 'Sylvia' starts [sic: should be "start"] /regenerating./ -- Izzy: (*)cough(*) Do you... /have/ a stake? Riff: I can literally stop him with a toothpick. Izzy: Do you have a toothpick? Riff: There's (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) something made of wood in the saferoom. Isabella: Did you 'unsecure' the door when you followed me out? Riff (defensively): /*Yes!*/ Riff: No. Riff: /What?/ -- Izzy (frustrated): (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) It's a *saferoom* in *lockdown mode*. We can't get in until Torg opens it from the other side and /he's unconscious/. (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) Riff: I dunno. -- Izzy (annoyed): "I don't know"? What kind of response is that? /I didn't (*)cough(*) ask a question, I made a *statement!*/ Riff: I dunno? Riff: (*)cough(*) | Flag | ||||
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Agent Drake: Isabella Abato? That is who you are, correct? I'm Agent Drake. (Izzy sits in front of Agent Drake in a state of profound shock) -- Agent Drake: We're en route to a medical station. Are you injured? (As the adrenaline rush subsides Izzy begins to realize what just happened, and Agent Drake begins to fade out...) -- Agent Drake: My superiors want to know if we will still be able to secure the Shrink Ray. (Tears well up in Izzy's eyes) -- (Izzy begins to cry; she is completely suppressing what Agent Drake is saying......) </End flashback> ===== Comic Title: The Circle ||||/ ||| (8) Comic Subtitle: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust --- (Isabella is crying in real time - remembering how she lost Anthony) -- (Izzy's unconscious reverie is rudely interrupted as something clamps down around her neck...) Izzy: ***GAK*** <***CRUNCH!***> -- Anthony (lifting Izzy up by her neck): There-there, dear sister. Did your life flash before your eyes? *Fitting.* Urja is distracted so I can snap your neck to keep you safe. That much I /can/ do. <KRINCHHH...> Izzy: /Gak.../ Wait... === NOTE: Ref: When last we saw _Vamp Ant_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160129>. | Flag | ||||
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Izzy: The backdoor in to the Hereti-Corp Flux-Nut server just opened. I can pinpoint Flux-Nut-1. -- Squishydodo: But that's great! Just earlier than expected, like the NASA-news. Izzy: Because Riff called Teresa directly! She's exposed! We're exposed! And I can't pinpoint that satellite and cover our tracks at the same time! /*And*/ the window is /closing!/ <TAK> <TAK> <TAK> <TAK> <TAK> -- Squishydodo: *Hack-Team-Alpha to stations! /This is not a drill!/* Elf: We're on it boss, but half the team is at the cafeteria! It's *candied-cane-yams* day! Squishydodo: /*Oh no!*/ | Wait, wait, is *canned* candied-cane-yams? Door: Knight 1 Hack Office -- Elf (off panel): Nope. Made fresh! Squishydodo: Izzy? Do you mind if I head to the cafeteria? Izzy: There it is! I got it. -- Izzy (off panel; over video feed): Riff, I've sent you the location of Flux-Nut-1. F.I.D.O.: **TARGET AQUIRED [sic: should be "ACQUIRED"]!** -- Riff: I see that! We're closer to it than I thought! Riff: FIDO? *Sick-em [sic: should be "Sic-'em!"]!* <*BEEP*> (An open beer can (spilling its contents) floats by Riff's head) -- F.I.D.O.: **AR!** *AR!* ***AR!*** **AR!** **AR!** ***AR!*** *AR!* -- Izzy (over the video feed): Flux-Nut proximity sensors going off line... now. | It's a sitting duck Riff. -- Riff: Perfect. Izzy (over the video feed): Just like we *all* are. Riff: /Huh?/ -- Izzy (over the video feed): How could you call Teresa directly over an unsecure line, you big idiot?!? Do you /know what you've done?/ Riff: I did what I had to do. She did what she had to do. Riff: She was happy to do it. (Spuddy-buddy - with a tag that says "To R, GL! -A" - floats by Riff's head) -- </Flashback> Slaughteresa (over video feed; wearing an hC hat): Oh and Blonde? If I survive this? Next time I see you I'm going to kill you. </End flashback> === NOTE: Ref: Teresa (_last seen here_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150916>) (or on screen as _Pawn-1 here_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150925>) | Flag | ||||
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-- Izzy (at her computer worksite): No news on the EquinoX Casino, I guess it's still standing. Riff, you were an idiot how you handled Teresa, but maybe this can all work. -- (She touches Riff's image on the computer screen and looks at it sadly; longingly?) -- Torg (chowing down on the remaining leftovers): /Mmmm!/ Venison! Squishydodo (angrily walking away with Torg's fork): I'm going to verify your DNA on this fork, Torg, to make sure you are you. Because you have me worried. Torg: Don't worry! I have a spoon! -- Squishydodo (angrily): Because if you /*are*/ you, I'm starting to think we backed the wrong horse! Torg (off panel; from the adjoining room): /Mmmm!/ Horse! Relax, Squish. Once we start talking strategy your faith will be restored. <<musical note> **Ring Tone!** <musical note>> -- Izzy: Squshydodo [sic: should be "Squishydodo", it's Izzy. I'm back. It looks like the base is safe. Teresa didn't compromise its location? Squishydodo: Confirmed. With you back, Riff will start his ground-war against Hereti-Corp so stay dark, until I know which way to go. Izzy: You think war is the only way to proceed now? -- Squishydodo: All I know is if he knows your back it will end in *violence!* Riff (having wandered inexplicably back into the room): What? -- Riff (grabbing the phone from Squishydodo): /*Gimmie that!*/ Squishydodo: /**GYAH!!!**/ -- Riff: Don't lisen [sic: should be "listen"] to him. You are not alone! You have a home here! I'm Riff, and I will never let you down! (Izzy is listening intently - moved by the speech) -- Riff: I specialize in protecting the old and weak and you're both! So come on down, little old lady! (Izzy comes unglued) -- Izzy (from the phone that Squishydodo is now holding as Riff cluelessly wanders away): *Wha...? What? Why you...?* Squishydodo: Mind your blood-pressure Grandma! Riff: Freaking grandma-terrorizing mailmen! | Flag | ||||
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Izzy's phone: <wrench: labeled "TOOL"> INCOMING CALL FROM RIFF -- Isabella Abato (aka: Izzy; quickly grabbing up the phone): **RIFF?!?** Bun-Bun (off panel; over the phone): Keep yer skirt on, cheerleader. Agent Bun-Bun calling to say: Mission accomplished, complete success. -- Bun-Bun (into the phone): Except for the fact that Ponytail and Nerd-Boy are gone without a trace, and Aylee has just about bled out. Izzy (off panel; over the phone): What's your position? Turn off security features so I can track that phone! -- Bun-Bun (into the phone): /Whatever./ I should mention as far as Ponyboy goes, Aylee gurgled out to me what she overheard the badguys say, | /"They're bringing Riff to the space station."/ -- Izzy (into the phone): The station is /*real?!?*/ I thought Sasha was feeding us a line of bull before! -- Izzy (cradling the phone to her ear with her shoulder while she types): I looked anyway and found some leads on things that /could/ be a space station under construction. <TAK> <TAK> <TAK> -- Izzy (into the phone): It's hard to hide something that big out there. -- Izzy (off panel; over the phone): If they have a space station I can find it! Bun-Bun (into the phone): */Great! Now find us and send us a freakin' medic!/* === NOTE: Ref: _Bun-bun last seen (and station overheard)_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20171012> | _Sasha's 'line of bull'_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20170605>. | Flag | ||||
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-- (Riff, Izzy, and Alt-Torg enter the barracks; "Squad 758[...]" is written on the wall) Izzy: Wait until the bulkhead closes on our squad-barracks, 867426687! -- (The door closes) <***CLAMP***> Computer: Auto code-3 active! Izzy: You're free to speak, Torg. -- (A hovering robot with a bow tie (G-vz) approaches; Riff holds up his hands, startled) Alt-Torg: Riff, what I was trying to tell you was... Riff: *What the hell is that?!?* G-VZ: Good day sir! I am G-vz! Izzy: This is a Jeeves-bot. All patrol barracks have them. -- Izzy: They serve the same function as your apartment robotic chem-dispenser, to "help" and "monitor." -- Izzy: We've removed all the mandatory "help" and the monitoring is kept in-house. Think of him as a nosey butler. Six-Pack: And bartender! You should see him mix a mojito! (Izzy sits down, G-vz projects a video of itself crushing mint leaves and shaking a cocktail shaker at the same time) G-vz: Per request: /DISPLAYING MOJITO VID:/ <*SHAKKA SHAKKA SHAKKA*> <*muddle muddle muddle*> Torg: Jeeves, *abort.* -- (G-vz turns off its projector and approaches Riff) G-vz: Vid aborted. Can I get anything for you, sir? Riff: Bring me a beer? -- Six-Pack: I want you to get me a drink too, Jeeves. But not beer. I hate beer. Riff: You hate beer? Six-Pack: Yes. -- Riff: And your name is "6-Pack?" Six-Pack: For my abs. -- Riff: You think you have "6-pack abs?" Six-Pack: They're under there somewhere! -- Six-Pack: You should see me squat and crunch! G-vz: Per request: /DISPLAYING 6-PACK SQUAT/CRUNCH VID!/ Riff: *Jeeves! Abort! /ABORT!/* | Flag | ||||
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Sylvia: /What?/ -- Isabella Abato (Izzy; whispering): This corner will provide the most protection. No flames at least! But this is going to hurt. /A lot!/ -- Izzy (whispering): But they're going to find me! They're going to hear me talking to myself with those dumb giant ears. Just do it, Izzy! /Just do it!/ -- (Riff comes around the corner, carrying his trench-coat behind him) -- (Riff starts to kneel down, the trench-coat over his head and preparing to cover Isabella) Izzy: /*What?...!?!* What-are-you-doing?/ Riff: My trenchcoat is insulated. It'll protect us from the heat. -- Izzy: Does it work as well as your stake-gun that caught fire and blew up? Riff: Yes those we're [sic: should be "were"] all features. -- Riff: In any case the only one I'm sure will survive out here is Sam. And maybe his girlfriend. Izzy: I strongly doubt that. -- (Now both are completely covered by trench-coat, except for Izzy's right arm, with the detonator, and right leg) Riff: I saw that guy get his face chewed off and ended up partially digested by a demon, and he's fine. He'll survive this. Isabella: You're wrong, Riff. Fire will kill all vampires. === NOTE: Ref: "_...face chewed off_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/130605>". | Flag | ||||
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Sam (now scared): Where's Torg? Lord Menelaus: *What* is a /'Torg'?/ Sylvia (indignant): The Lysinda Circle has given the Vrykolakas freedom and stood by them for centuries. I /*demand*/ to know why we are being destroyed by you! -- Isabella Abato (Izzy; now in a panic; repeatedly pushing the detonator): It's *not working!* This room is /*too shielded!*/ <*clik.*><*clik.*><*clik.*> -- Izzy (jumping out and running for the door): I've got to go out there to detonate the bombs! Riff: You'll /die!/ Izzy: Probably! If I tuck around the corner I might avoid the flames, but the heat...? -- Izzy (opening the door to the saferoom): Thank you for seeing the truth. When Torg comes to, tell him what you told me about 'destroyed innocent lives' and he might forgive you. <Shuff> <bip> -- Izzy (off panel, as Riff looks helplessly after her): *Hey! It's /OK!/* I'm one of the 'destroyed' ones. I'm finally going to be /free!/ -- Izzy (off panel, as Riff continues to look helplessly after her - unmoving, while the door shuts): Goodbye. -- (Riff stands in the dark saferoom, still looking at the door where Izzy exited, looking worried and helpless) === NOTE: Ref: Lysinda Circle connection to Vrykolakas (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20040305>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20040307>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20151118>) | Flag | ||||
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Izzy: No, he's just watching the news. Squishydodo: This direct assault on Hereti-Corp has /always/ been a terrible idea! I should call Torg. Izzy: Well as soon as Torg knows we have his number, we'll lose him. Not that we need Torg anyway... (In the background, Qwirky Waltons is reporting the Hereti-Corp takeover of NASA; her dialog bubble is obscured by the foreground conversation) -- Squishydodo: Izzy I know you're in the Riff-fanclub but he's no leader and will totally freak out the moment something goes wrong. Izzy: *I am not.* And when have things gone right? -- Squishydodo: Trust me, without Torg this falls apart and we all end up dead or fluxed! Izzy: Then make sure you're ready before you call him, you may only get one shot, and you're kinda a jerk. Wall: KNIGHT-1 HACK OFFICE -- Qwirky Waltons (on monitor): So that's it. Unless something changes in the Senate vote Wednesday, NASA's out and Hereti-Corp is in. I'm Quirky [sic: should be "Qwirky" Waltons for Fifty News Nifty. Squishydodo: *Hereti-Corp is taking over NASA now?!?* -- Izzy: /Riff is going to *totally freak out!* Squishydodo: /That wasn't supposed to come up for a vote for a year! Izzy: *Make the call.* -- Torg's phone: ***BZZZZZ Torg's phone: TEAM RIFF | calling... === NOTE: Ref: _Riff Freaks Out?_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160229> | The News Story (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160516>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160524>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160711>) (_4_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160727>) (_5_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160919>) | _The Call_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160712>. | Flag | ||||
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-- (Izzy opens her drawer that holds Anthony's comics) -- (Izzy throws the comics and a few bottles of pills into the helmet) -- Squishydodo: Where are you going? We were /successful!/ They can't track us here from the attack! -- Izzy: Riff compromised Teresa. They will torture her. Find this place. And then this casino will be 'dealt with'. I won't be here when that happens. You should all evacuate. -- Squishydodo: But we need you to coordinate Riff's mini-mech army! Izzy: I'll contact you in a few days when I'm up, secure and remote. -- Squishydodo: Riff won't wait a few days. === NOTE: Ref: Izzy's Coordination Battlefield Tech [Used _HERE_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/130114> and throughout "_R&D Wars: Blitzrieg [sic: should be "Blitzkrieg"]_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/130109>" [_Attributed to Izzy Here_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130130>]. | 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 redurrp™ing 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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