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-- Psyk (rehearsing his speech}: Ahem. Fellow demons and demonesses, the job of new leader is an honor I take lightly... -- Psyk (editing): Nonono, "I /*DON'T*/ take lightly..." -- Psyk (in pain): /Yow!!/ -- Tryka: Are you OK, Psyk? Psyk: Head hurts, just a little bit dizzy. (An 'infection' from where Horribus pulled his horn out on his right side has spread up to the top of the left side of his head and down to the bottom of the left side of his neck) -- Tryka: The Demon King is casting judgment upon Horribus! Psyk: But my speech isn't ready yet! Should I lead with a joke? -- Tryka: Psyk, you have /no idea/ if the Demon King is going to make you our new Demon Lord! Psyk: I was the one who kept my eye on the prize! I'm the one who would have laid a new world at the Demon King's feet if not for Horribus! | If not me then /who!/ Reakk (singing): <musical note> ...Reakk the dragon boinker, he's got boinking on his mind!.... <musical note> -- Demon King (to Horribus, held in his hand): You control, manipulate and do evil for *your* glory. -- Demon King (indicating the wound on the left side of his face): And *my* detriment. -- Demon King: Behold! (Horribus loses Lord power) -- (The Demon King crushes the weakened Horb in his hand) <***CRUNCH!***> -- Demon King (tossing Horb into a ravine): You and yours have been stripped of your aristocracy, and you are broken. Cast into the depths where you may rot! -- (Horb falls into the abyss) Demon King: And now I have chosen a new one to lead you. One who has proven himself a Demon true who fought for *my* glory! -- Demon King: The one I have chosen is... -- Demon King: Psyk! Psyk (disappointed): Darn. -- Psyk: Wait what? -- Demon King (setting Psyk aflame): The Age of Horribus is over! Now begins the Age of... -- (Psyk is aflame and is transforming into a Demon Lord) -- (Psyk transformed!) Demon King: ...PSYKOSIS! -- Crowd of demons: /*All hail Lord Psykosis! Speech! Speech! Speech!*/ -- Psykosis: Ahem. Fellow demons and demonesses.... -- Psykosis (aflame): **I ROCK!** Footnote: The Beginning. | Flag | ||||
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<**Poing Poing Poing Poing**> Kiki (drunk): /*Whee-hoo Whee-hoo Whee-hoo!*/ Comic Title: SLUGGY FREELANCE | "Torg, Riff, Aylee and Bun-bun are Bored, Kiki is drunk, and Pete is Lazy" Vacation Week! -- <**Poing Poing Poing Poing**> Kiki (drunk): /*Whee-hoo Whee-hoo Whee-hoo!*/ -- <**Poing Poing Poing Poing**> Kiki (drunk): /*Whee-hoo Whee-hoo Whee-hoo!*/ -- <**Poing Poing Poing Poing**> Kiki (drunk): /*Whee-hoo Whee-hoo Whee-hoo!*/ Bun-Bun (leaving): Fun as it might be waiting for a drunken Kiki to get dizzy and barf all over the place, I think I'm just going to head home. -- Bun-Bun: Hello and Goodbye. Torg: Hi, Bun-Bun! Hey, aren't you forgetting something? Bun-Bun: What? -- Torg: The handcuffs? Bun-Bun: Oh yeah! -- (Bun-Bun behind Riff) <***/click/***> -- (Bun-Bun behind Torg) <***/click/***> -- (Bun-Bun undoes the last handcuff on Riff) <***/click/***> -- (Bun-Bun undoes the last handcuff on Torg) <***/click/***> -- (Bun-Bun leaves with the handcuffs) <***POING!***> -- Riff: Why did Bun-Bun handcuff our hands behind our heads? Torg: I forget. I know it happened sometime after Kiki crapped on the floor. -- Torg (leaning back with his hands behind his head): So, what do you want to do? Riff (leaning back with his hands behind his head): I don't know. What do *you* want to do? -- Riff and Torg: ***snore!*** Riff: zzz Torg: zzz Footnote: ***THE END*** | Flag | ||||
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-- (Torg, Alt-Bun-Bun, and Alt-Zoë standing at the bottom, looking up) Torg: Well, that's pretty darn convenient. Still, I expected this /"Demon King's"/ pad to be a bit more upscale. | Couldn't even afford a real pile of bones. This is bone patterned fabric. | OK, I've got a new "Plan A". We break in to the Demon King's pad, break the goodness out and dump it all over the place. Maybe it'll cause enough havoc here to draw the demons back from your home Zoë! Alt-Zoë: What's "Plan B"? I like it better! *"B for Bun-Bun!"* (Alt-Bun-Bun looks pleased) -- (Torg holding out Chaz, who is still glowing) Torg: Sword, can you kill a Demon King? Chaz: Actually with his ethereal nature, even easier than a Demon Lord. See, a Demon Lord you have to strike dead center through his black soul. That or try to hack through his neck-protecting horns and take his head off. With an Ethereal Demon King, it's just a "slash" and it is over. -- (Torg, Alt-Bun-Bun on his shoulder, prepares to climb the hill) Torg: Good to know. Alt-Bun-Bun: I don't like Plan B no more. Alt-Zoë: Can we even get up this? -- (Torg puts his hand on the hill, Alt-Bun-Bun poings onto it) Torg: It's a smooth surface yet sticky enough to climb! Alt-Bun-Bun: All right, let's go! <Poing!> Alt-Zoë: What's making it sticky? -- (Torg peels his hand off the hill) <**Shtuckik!**> -- Torg (looking suspiciously at his hand): Sniff Torg: OK, "Plan /C"/ we make those two demons hide us in... -- (Torg looking behind him, Alt-Zoë smiling, Alt-Bun-Bun on the hill) Torg: *Great!* Where did those demons go? Alt-Zoë: Oh they ran off when you said you were going to /"kill the Demon King."/ You scared them good. Torg: Terrific. Alt-Bun-Bun: Help! I'm shtuckik! | Flag | ||||
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(As Riff struggles to get away, Jane still has some of his hair in her mouth) -- Riff: /**YEAAAAAAHHH!**/ (As Riff runs away and Jane snaps after him, we can now see that Torg is holding onto Jane's head via a stick) -- <CLICK> (Torg turns on the light) -- Torg: If you could have *seen* yourself just then! /Whoaaaah!/ *Punked!* Jane: **Hungry?** -- Riff: What the hell is that? Torg: Zombie-head-on-a-stick! -- Torg (swinging Jane (aka ZHOAS) over his shoulder): So anyway, man, you must have jumped ten feet! Riff: *You let it bite me on the head?!?* -- Torg: Come on! Her teeth are all worn! I bet she didn't even break the skin! Riff: **WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?** Jane/ZHOAS: dizzy. | Flag | ||||
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Clyde: How do you know, Blinky? You weren't even holding this thing right! Blinky (pushing Clyde): I know angles. I'm a /*catapult hobbyist!*/ And we are not close enough to angle the payload over the trees and have it reach! -- Blinky: The sine of twice the angle is equal to the gravitational acceleration times the distance over the velocity squared! Clyde: Blinky, I am *positively stunned.* Blinky: I'm also assuming the payload is a large rock. -- <**STUN RAY!**> -- (Torg and Sasha look at the "(S)panker" lying on the stunned bodies of Clyde and Blinky, just as Crushestro appears with two pistols; Torg cuts a tentacle with a sword) Sasha: Do we try that bazooka-thingy on the monster or do we run for the boat? Torg: I'm too dizzy to fire that thing! Crushestro: *NOW I HAVE YOU!* -- Crushestro (recapping): /*Drop the weapons!*/ Stealing the sword off of my Ninkuza friend's corpse to defend yourself from tentacles is only */the beginning/ of the events I'm going to establish!* Crushestro: After your clever escape from the collapsed building's rubble, I cleverly took a *sample of the blood* from you [sic: should be "your"] gaping head wound to use /*DNA*/ to *track you in the future.* -- Crushestro: And then I even more /*cleverlierly*/ chased after you, catching up when you stopped to deal with these Shankraft thugs. Yet my incessant babbling has distracted me allowing giant mutant tentacles to entwine my legs and... -- (Crushestro is grabbed and lifted by two tentacles) Crushestro: /***CURSES!***/ -- Torg: Was that a recap, or villainous monologuing? Sasha: Incessant babbling. We'll never make the boat. We fight. | Flag | ||||
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- Alt-Izzy (inside her REA-5 Deep Scan unit (#46835)): The REA-6's at the city outskirts are returning. We're about to be outnumbered. -- (Scene at the Central Tower - weapons fire from the tower towards the REA-5's and vice-versa) Alt-Torg (inside his REA-5 unit (#7378454 8729)): Everyone focus on the Tower's auto-guns so I can plant Riff's coffee-pipe-bombs on the blast door. -- Alt-McPiñata: The work day hasn't even started yet! They caught us all with our pants down!! Alt-Gennaro (pouring himself a tall cup of coffee from the "Emergency Executive" coffee thermos): Live by the coffee die by the coffee. Alt-McPiñata: I'm going to manually activate the D.F.A. cannon systems! But we can't hit them once they're /*in*/ the tower! /*Keep them out!*/ Alt-McPiñata: Then warn 'His Masterness. -- Alt-Gennaro (into his cell phone): Executive order. *Activate Harbinger defense.* -- (Harbinger (Alt-Oasis?) in down mode) -- (Harbinger awakes - quite angry) === NOTE: Ref: _Riff making Pipe-Bombs_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110228> | _Harbinger_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100527>. | Flag | ||||
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Riff: It wasn't hard to figure out. The man who created this city of drugged out zombies sent the whole rest of the world (and any new threats) to another dimension. -- Riff: He's terrified of everyone. Everything. He doesn't trust a soul. He'd never put himself in the tallest building in the city with a big target on it. No. He'd be where nobody would think to look. -- Alt-Rammer: Hide in plain sight? Riff: Too afraid to be that vulnerable. Alt-Rammer: So where nobody would look and it's too dangerous to try anyway... -- Riff: The first "100% human free" facility. Armed robots in constant production. And no citizen can or /would/ enter. He's in the robotics facility. -- (Back at "4U City Central Tower", REA-5's up on the wall are shooting down at the REA-6's attacking the gang trying to take the Central Tower; Harbinger ducks the fire and throws one of her pickaxes) People in the REA-5 units above: *It's Harbinger! Put her down! (accidentally shooting Alt-Torg's REA-5 in the leg instead) | Hold fire!!! She's too fast! You'll hit our own! | We can lose a few of our own if we TAKE HER OUT! | I'm taking out her support REA's! | We've got incoming REA-6's from the south! TAKE COVER! | Rush the tower, open all guns on Harbinger, or fortify against the incoming! /SOMEBODY GIVE US ORDERS!/ | The cannon! | /WHAT?/ | The cannon at the top of the tower! /It's moving!/ (Angela's REA-5 unit): <Tzzt> -- Alt-Izzy: Torg! My weapon's fried! /*What do we do?*/ -- (One of Harbinger's pickaxes has destroyed one of the hand-held DFA's; Harbinger leaps on Alt-Torg's REA-5 unit, her pick-axe held high and ready to strike) -- Alt-Torg (cringing and holding his shoulder): My forearm (*)gasp(*) feels like a giant bruise and (*)gasp(*) somebody just put a bullet in my leg! /*Hurts too much to think!*/ -- <**THUNK**> (The tip of the pick-axe penetrates the top seal of Alt-Torg's REA-5 unit) -- <**PRY**> <**>RNCH<**> (Harbinger pry's the helmet off of Alt-Torg's REA-5 unit) Alt-Torg: /*Now*/ I can think, and I'm thinking /"Whut-oh."/ === NOTE: Ref: _"100% Human-Free"_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100420>. | Flag | ||||
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-- West Side Guy: Same story from the West Side! -- REA-5 #1 (with Alt-McPiñata tucked under its arm): Same here inside the Central Tower. This is much longer than the 20 seconds we were promised. How did Riff pull that off? Alt-Leo (out of his REA-5 unit): A little luck and a *lot* of coffee. REA-5 #2: Don't even say "coffee" to me right now! I'm still shaking! Where is Riff anyway? Alt-Izzy (at the Central Tower computer terminal): I don't know where Riff /or/ Torg are right now!!! -- (Riff is still hanging from the walkway with his grappling hook; Alt-Rammer is hanging on around his waist; Riff is in the process of lowering himself with Alt-Rammer to the ground) Riff: See? A little tweaking and the lowering mechanism is working just fine! <WRRRR> -- <****ZAPPO!****> (The line goes slack) Riff: *YIKES!* -- (Harbinger watches Riff and Alt-Rammer falling from ~25' above the ground yet; the walkway that they were hanging from has 'disintegrated') === Transcriber's Note: 667847433489 = North Side Guy courtesy of Bandersnatch (Reactions forum). | Flag | ||||
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-- Alt-Riff: It's going to protect the City by removing the City from its protection? That's one stupid A.I. | How long do we have? -- Satellite: Aquiring [sic: should be "acquiring"] specific target radius... <ZZZAAA> -- Alt-Rammer (mortified): It's /*already too late!*/ -- Alt-Rammer: No.. No wait. It stopped. -- Riff (into the walkie-talkie): I pulled the cable out! Easiest "saving the world" /*Evarrr!*/ -- Alt-Riff (into the walkie-talkie): I'll have a frog parade arranged in your honor later. Get back down here. We have to sort this A.I. out. Riff (off panel; over the walkie-talkie): On my way. My shoulder feels better. Thanks for asking. -- Alt-Izzy (looking timidly over her shoulder): What just happened? -- Riff (into the walkie-talkie; riding the scaffolding down): So it was gong [sic: should be "going"] to take out the whole city? -- Alt-Rammer: I can answer that. I think the robotics facility did a lot of processing for its eyes and ears. The A.I. was flailing blind. It /was/ trying to take out the whole city. -- Riff (walking back towards Alt-Min, who is sitting at her terminal with a terrified grin): It panicked. Lovely. What a great city. Even the Artificial Intelligence is terrified behind its smile. Poster: Say No to Drugs | And Yes to Good Drugs! -- 01209 (Alt-Min; terrified; on the verge of tears): Have to stay happy or the City will eat me! /Have to stay happy or the City will eat me!/ So scared! /Want to scream! *How can I 'scream in terror' happy?*/ -- Outsider: ***ROAR!*** 01209 (Alt-Min): ***YAY!*** Riff (in the doorway): /*Crap.*/ === NOTE: Ref: "_Outsdiers_ [sic: should be "Outsiders"] <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100405>". | Flag | ||||
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Aylee: It was right after she had me clip the necklace on her. -- </Flashback> (Aylee clasps the necklace around Gwynn's neck, as both girls cringe - waiting for the consequences) <**CLIP!**> <cringe!> <cringe> -- Gwynn (elated - and still drunk): See? Nothing happened. -- Gwynn (doing a victory dance): And I must say this makes me feel... -- (Gwynn's neck briefly turns black as the necklace becomes a tattoo; she knocks her glasses off in the transformation) <Poof> -- Queen Siphaniana/Gwynn: ****barf!**** Censor Panel: ***"BARF!"*** | censored for your viewing pleasure. -- Aylee: You're too hard on yourself. You are very pretty, Gwynn! Queen Siphaniana/Gwynn: ‹*I'm blind, dizzy, and have stomach plague!(*)*› Footnote: (*)Translated from Mohkaduneese(**) Footnote: (**)/'Mohkaduneese'/ is probably not a real word. </End flashback> | Flag | ||||
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-- Caption: 4 YEARS AGO, OASIS CAME KNOCKING. | BUN-BUN DECIDED TO CHASE HER DOWN. -- </Flashback> Kiki (looking out the window watching Bun-Bun poing down the sidewalk): Bun-Bun can I come follow Oasis too? /No?/ -- Caption: THOSE EVENTS LEAD TO THE MOST UNLIKELY DUO THE COMIC STRIP HAS EVER KNOWN! -- Kiki: Who's going to play with me now? ZHOAS (aka Zombie Head on a Stick; aka Jane): NOO -- Caption: THERE WAS DRUMMING. -- Kiki (in front of an e-drum set, with a drumstick in one paw and ZHOAS with an eye dangling out of the socket in the other paw): Uh-oh -- Caption: THERE WAS HEADCHEESE. | [A horrible substance made mostly of pig head-meat that ZHOAS mistook for brains.] -- Kiki: I know you're not supposed to have any meat, but this is cheese! That should be OK! Sign on kitchen wall: RULE #1 | DO NOT FEED Z.H.O.A.S. BRAINS | -Torg (The pun demon is pinned to the lower left corner of the note) ZHOAS: CHOMP CHEW Slurp CHEW <Poing> Kiki: I want to learn more about headcheese on the internets! -- Kiki: It might have smelled like brains. But I'm not supposed to feed you meat either! I wonder what eating pig-head-meat does to zombies! ZHOAS: oink? -- Caption: THERE WAS A BOOK CLUB -- Kiki (off panel): No, Zombie-head! "Book Corner" isn't where we /read/ books, it's where we discuss how books effect /*me!*/ ZHOAS (trying to stick her tongue in the electrical socket): uuu aAAa auu Panel footnote: (Do not try this at home. Duh.) -- Caption: THERE WAS MID-BOOK-CLUB SELF-ELECTROCUTION. -- ZHOAS (glowing and flying across the room): weeee <***(*)TZZT(*)***> Kiki: /*oooh shiny zombie head!*/ -- Caption: AND IT ALL ENDED IN TRAGEDY. -- Kiki: But no stick! /*Oh no!*/ Zombie Head on a Stick /broked! I'll save her!/ -- Caption: OR DID IT? -- Caption: 4 YEARS IN THE MAKING, IT IS FINALLY TIME TO REVEAL THE TRUTH. WE PROUDLY PRESENT | KIKI+ZOMBIE PART 2: | IN THE COUCH OF DARKNESS. ===== </Flashback continued> Kiki (rolling Jane's head): I'll save her by hiding the evidence that I broke her! If Torg found out I broke his Zombie-onna-stick he'll be mad! Jane's head: *dizzy.* -- Kiki-Angel: *Wait, Kiki!* Kiki: Good-me! /*Awww!*/ Kiki-Angel: Don't roll the zombie head behind the couch, lost amongst the garbage of your shame. You must stop hiding your problems and /*fix them!*/ Kiki: /*OK!*/ -- Kiki-Angel: Kiki?!? You said you wouldn't hide that zombie head behind the couch! Kiki: Oh, I thought you meant *next* time! /*This*/ head was already rolling and...stuff. Jane (from behind the couch): *duzzy* Kiki: *Next* zombie head I'll hide /someplace else, don't worry!/ </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Ref: *_Kiki+Zombie Part 1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090824>* | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Yes, sir! Qaboos, you sure know how to do a desert dig with style! Qaboos (pouring 'tea' from the tea pot into Riff's beer stein): The tent simply cost money. The /*tea*/ I brew with style! Will (aka Wilcott Wilden; aka "Mr. Riff's Dad"): Torg, I hear what you're saying about demons tracking this dig operation. But I think you underestimate how sly Qaboos can be behind that smile of his. -- Will: And by tomorrow, hopefully we'll /have the Temple of Mohkadun!/ Torg: Why just the temple? I thought you were interested in the *whole city!* Will: Of course, but I thought the temple might be a good first place to look for clues to bring your friend Gwynn home. Torg: Mayhap. -- Will: "Mayhap," is it, Torg? Zoë: Ignore him, Will. Torg comes in two flavors these days. "Totally brain-dead" or "Thinks way too much." -- Torg (looking into Zoë's eyes): Which 'me' did you fall in love with? Zoë (looking into Torg's eyes): The split-second you between the two. <*Clink* <heart>> (Torg and Zoë clink tea/beer steins) -- Riff (drunkenly throwing himself on Torg and Zoë): **I LOVE AW THREE OF YA... YER MY BESH FRENZ!** Torg: /**DUDE!**/ -- Torg (pushing Riff off of him, while Zoë elbows Riff's arm away): *'Tea'-Totaler Lightweight!* Seriously, dude, get off of me! You're making me sick! -- (Zoë is alarmed as she watches Riff pass out on Torg's shoulder and Torg drop his beer stein, as he, too, starts to go...) Torg: *Like, weirdly, strangly [sic: should be "strangely"] sick... And dizzy...* -- (Qaboos casts a sad, regretful look at the gang) -- Zoë (alarmed and about to go under herself): *Will! I think Qaboos did something to the tea!* -- Bun-Bun (poinging into the room): /*Hey all!*/ So what did I miss? <***Poing***> | Flag | ||||
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Kiki: *Wow!* /Who knew/ casinos were just /amusement parks for fancy ferrets!/ Sign (above a ferret in a top hat): GUESS MY NAME! Sign: BOUNCY <obscured by panel boundary> BOUNCEA<obscured by panel boundary> (Kiki is bouncing around with a balloon and cotton candy; in the distance is a Ferris Wheel; in the foreground are other ferrets) -- Ferret in a top hat: Did you enjoy your ride on the Bouncy-Spinney-Bouncetron? Kiki: Very much so! It did make me a little dizzy! Ferret in a top hat: Well, little lady, guess my name and you win a shiny coin! -- Kiki: ****</green>RALPH.<green>**** -- Ferret in a top hat (now covered in <green> RALPH; and holding a coin): You're right! Kiki: Yay! </End Kiki's dream> -- Kiki (waking up; a drop of vomit at the edge of her mouth): Snerk? -- Kiki: Awww. It was just a dream! -- Kiki: And /*hey!*/ somebody puked in Aylee's purse and didn't even wake me up! *Rude!* | Flag | ||||
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hC Space Pirate #2: Shankraft is taking too long. Should we do something about that? hC Space Pirate #3: Let us look to our captain for guidance. -- Bun-Bun (atop a piece of equipment from the Mater-2; with Mater-2 crossed out and replaced with the Bloody-Bun): *ZZZZZZ.* -- hC Space Pirate #2 (clutching a teddy bear in one hand and a dagger in the other): Ya heard the Cap'n, ya space-lubbers! *To tha plush bears! To tha bed-time stories!* The /first one/ of ya mangy mutts I catch not nappin' *gets the plank! /ARRRRR!/* hC Space Pirate #?: We get break-time for power-naps? Space-pirate management is already an improvement over Hereti-Corp. -- Partial view of command screen: <Partially obscured eye icon> <obscured>ir: *91%* <obscured>tocals: <obscured> Earth US* <obscured>arget: [*LOS<obscured> <obscured>ets:* New Y<obscured> Houston... San Anton<obscured> Dallas... Sa<obscured> Jacksonville<obscured> Indian<obscured> -- Dr. Biyu Daiyu (apparently tied to a chair; no sign of any tentacle protuberances): Pill-ease let me go! I don't needle be here! I was drug here by dose guys! Gwynn (reading from a bottle): "If puns persist for more than four hours seek medical attention" Thanks pharmaceutical deregulation! Dr. Shankraft: It's /not working!/ I can't bypass the A.I.'s control of the robots repairing the orbital flux cannon! Frog: If that Zoë does not stop her dizzying pacing I shall need a bucket again. Kiki: I'm Kiki. Will you be my friend? Frog: That depends, Kiki. Do you know how to /abandon me?/ Because that's what /*(*)my(*)*/ friends do! === NOTE: Ref: Bun-bun's Space Pirates (_first seen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20180504>) (_last seen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=180820>). | Flag | ||||
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<***fooosh!***> -- Torg: Dosen't [sic: should be "Doesn't"] look like a peacock tail to me. Riff: It wasn't my father's /greatest/ archaeological discovery. | *Hey Gwynn! Is this enough ambient light?* -- Gwynn: Yeah. There's a very small low cave. I can fit if I squeeze. I think that might be the page! -- Writing on Gwynn's forehead: HALT! -- Torg: /Wow,/ there is enough ambient light to see the sinkhole! *That* is a long way down. -- Zoe: A tube stright [sic: should be "straight"] down... A thousand feet, you said?!? Riff: At least. Torg: I'm dizzy just standing this close to it. -- Torg: Oh *hey*! There's Frog! Frog (annoyed): At /*last!*/ I was wondering how long it would take you ingrates to notice... -- Riff: Something's wrong! Gwynn stopped moving! Kiki (looking down at Frog): Hi! My name's Kiki! Frog (insulted): Well I /never!/ -- Farahn: /She's trying to resist it! Gwynn (thinking): You *bet* I am! (outloud): /Grrrr!/ === NOTE: Ref: _Spot Frog in panel 5!_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2020-12-02> | _"HALT!"_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2020-11-25>. | Flag | ||||
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Trevors (hovering behind Zoë): ARK ARK Torg: The last of the demons have turned tail. This damboree is officially closed. Meander: /*Zoë!?!*/ (Bun-Bun leaps onto Gwynn's shoulder) <*Poing!*> -- Zoë: /*Meander!*/ Thank God you're OK! Bun-Bun: Your knee-to-the-groin seemed to pick up some /*'oomph'!*/ Gwynn (summoning the Book of Ughlëë): When Basphomy came to visit she gave me a one-shot one-way ticket to spend the rest of eternity with Dunaloa on the moon. -- Gwynn (annoyed): If she's so concerned with Farahn escaping, she can mind him herself. -- Aylee (cradling a wounded Frog): Are you OK? Riff (sweaty and dizzy): One shoulder got dis- and re-located, and the other has a bloody hole in it. Aylee: You look appetizing. -- Riff: "Appetizing?" um... Aylee, you don't eat humans anymore, right? Aylee: I still have my system for levels of human injury. You're "appetizing" on the verge of "tasty". We need to get you to a hospital before you become "delicious". -- Riff: How would you rate Frog's condition? Aylee: "Hurt." He's just a frog. -- Torg: You were /*incedible [sic: should be "incredible"]!*/ How did you know how to use the magic book from Wilcott's house? Gwynn: Long story but the 'Book of Ughlëë.' [sic: should not have a period there] is from the same guy who made the 'Book of E-ville.' -- Gwynn (starting to transform to paper-Gwynn): Like it was /planned/ as a backup to store the end-demon in the event that the /Book of Eville/ was... ...undone... -- Torg: /Whoah!/ Gwynn? Are you OK? Gwynn: I'm fine. Just tired. We've all been through a lot. Aylee: /*Guys!*/ Riff's lost a lot of *gravy* and is becoming /succulent!/ === NOTE: _Zoe and Meander_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=46#2005-07-17> | _Zoe and Chius [sic: should be "Chilus"]/Meander_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-04-02> | _Dislocation_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2023-07-04> | _Book from Wilcot's [sic: should be "Wilcott's"] House_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-07-16>. | Flag | ||||
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Zoë (looking in a trunk): We bandaged Riff up so we don't have to worry about him losing more blood. We need to get him to the hospital, but we don't need to panic yet! -- Torg: That pitchfork went /through/ his arm and into his /side!/ This could be a *lot* worse than we think. Zoë: He's going to be OK. But yes, lets [sic: should be "let's"] find those car keys. -- Riff (on the ground and patched up): (*)uh(*) What... /ow/ What happened? -- Gwynn (looking through the loose pages of the Book of E'ville): You're hurt and you blacked out. Hows [sic: should be "How's"] your breathing? Riff: Hurts. Gwynn: "Cracked ribs" hurt, or "punctured lung" hurt? Riff: Former, I think. -- Riff (starting to sit up): Did we win? Gwynn: We /did/. -- (Riff, still feeling a bit dizzy, starts to sit up; his dad's (Wilcott Wilden's) hat lays in the foreground) -- Riff (standing up (sort of)): Where is everyone? Gwynn: Since you wrecked the van they're off securing transportation to the hospital. -- Riff: I can hot wire a car. Let's... /Whoah!/ Gwynn: *Hey!* Sit /*down!*/ Let me go back to collecting pages. There are some /powerful spells/ in these pages. The Bug: Dont I /KNOW/ it! === NOTE: Random Ref: _HOT WIRE_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-06-24> | Ref: _Pitchfork_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2023-08-18>. | Flag | ||||
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REA-cops: Um... | should we leave? -- Door opens slowly upward) <**clank-ity**> -- (Door opens further, feet in boots become visible) <**clank-ity clank-ity clank-ity**> -- Alt-Izzy: They're opening the door, like he asked?!? Alt-Torg: They're not inviting him in; they're /'doing their worst!'/ Alt-Torg (alarmed): /Oh my God! It's *Harbinger!*/ -- (The door opens further, showing the lower torso of a woman) <**clank-ity clank-ity clank-ity**> -- Alt-Torg: Bullets won't help him now. He's already dead. Alt-Izzy: /Riff! RUN!/ -- (Alt-Oasis wearing a hood, bare midriff, boots, and holding a pair of pick-axes is revealed; flanked by two REA-6 robots) Harbinger/Alt-Oasis: You shouldn't have threatened our leader, citizen. | Flag |
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