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-- Izzy (over video feed): Just like Teresa will be. And then the rest of us. -- Riff: You saw the news! Hereti-Corp takes over NASA in less than a week. They'll have more flux weapons in orbit in less than a month. Then it's all over. Then it doesn't matter who we lost along the way. -- Izzy (over video feed): You could have given Teresa more time. Riff (cutting into a loaf of "SPACE STEAK" with a fork and knife): I dunno. Izzy (ending her video feed): I know you don't. Knight-1 over and out. <*blip.*> -- Riff (angrily jumping up, spilling the tray with the space steak and letting go of the fork and knife which float out in different directions): I dunno why I didn't say *"It's not your call, Izzy!"* -- Riff (sullenly): That's what I should have said. <**POP**> <**POP**> -- <***fssss***> <***fssss***> -- <**fsss**> <**fsss**> Riff: Dammit. | Flag | ||||
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Squishydodo (sipping a cup of coffee or tea or...; shivering): I can't believe you pulled it off! Torg (in a heart suit): Are you OK, Squish? You seem jittery! Squishydodo: Am I /*OK?*/ -- Squishydodo (angrily): /You left here a strategic genius/ and now you're a *bumbling idiot in a heart suit!* Torg (grinning proudly): *YES!* Squish, you're one of the few people who really 'get' me! -- Squishydodo: But it's done. Riff doesn't know you're back. Riff doesn't know Izzy's on the grid. The snare for Oasis is set. Izzy: Yeah, the vid goes live in two hours! -- Suqishydodo (drops his cup in surprise): /Izzy?!?/ You /can't *be* here!?!/ *What are you /doing/ here?!?* Izzy: I heard there was venison... -- (The Alarmo™ cup hits the ground and breaks) <***RED ALERT***><***RED ALERT***><***RED ALERT***><***RED ALERT***><***RED ALERT***><***RED ALERT***> -- Riff (running over to the kitchen): **The kitchen?!? /LEFTOVER VENISON THIEF!!!/** -- (Squishydodo is standing at the doorway of the kitchen, looking worried and 'caught in the act'; on either side of him, partially visible, are Torg and Izzy) | Flag | ||||
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-- Izzy (off panel; the image starts to come into focus, and there is now an exclamation point inside a triangle, inside a circle over a structure located between the rings): Clever. Hard to make out, it's small for what I'd expect from a ring-station. But big enough to hide satellite production within the rings. -- Izzy (off panel; the image is now in focus and three satellites can now be identified between the rings; each is outlined in the image): Right there. Another D.F.A. satellite ready to launch, and two-plus more in production? Tough to see cleary [sic: should be "clearly"]. -- Izzy: You know what this means? Tweetyjerkjerk: We've got 'em? Izzy: We're /getting the hell out of here./ === NOTE: Ref: _DFA Satellite_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=20161004>. | Flag | ||||
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Zoe (as Torg walks in): Torg, any idea what happened to the Black Ops elves? -- Torg: I got a confirmation message from Squishydodo. The Black Ops elves and all the allies who helped us are off the grid. As are we. With Hereti-Corp done and gone we've all earned an early retirement. Zoe (clinking bottles with Gwynn): I'll drink to that. <**CLINK!**> Gwynn: I'll drink to living in a Hereti-Corp-free world! Zoe: Thanks to us! Riff (raising his bottle): *HOORAY!* -- Gwynn: What about Aylee and Izzy? Zoe: I got a message from Izzy. She's also off the grid not wanting to be found. Riff (raising his bottle): *HOORAY!* -- Riff (as Gwynn glares at him): I mean "Aw darn." -- Zoe (holding up folders): But... She left us a going-away present! She did what she does best. Izzy provided us with bulletproof new identities complete with social security numbers and substantial individual bank accounts. -- Zoe (holding up her ID): I'm "Zoe Isha" now! Gwynn (looking at her ID): "Gwynn Darlington." I like it. Torg (looking at his ID): "Torg /Hoey?/" What a bunch of *hooey!* I told Izzy to go with "LeTurg" in case of emergency! -- Kiki (reading over Riff's shoulder): "Riff Dumbass" Riff (annoyed): *It's "Du'mas!"* === NOTE: "Seen" Reference: Black Ops Elves [_First_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=20#2000-08-27>] [_Last_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=70#2017-11-27>] | Squishydodo [_First_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=20#2000-08-27>] [_Last_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=70#2017-06-29>] | Izzy [_First_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=61#2010-11-05>] [_Last_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=71#2018-12-11>] | Aylee [_First_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=2#1997-10-14>] [_Last_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=70#2017-12-18>]. | Flag | ||||
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Izzy: /*Good morning!*/ Riff: /***GYAH!!!***/ -- Izzy (cheerfully): When we extracted you, and I thought you were my husband, I picked up a *few of your personal belongings!* -- <****fwump!****> Riff (as his trenchcoat flies into his face): My trenchcoat! -- (A small device lands smoothly in his hand) Time-Display-Bot: Time to die, Human Oppressor! Riff: Time-Display-Bot! -- <****CLUNK!****> (the Wrench-Bot hits Riff in the head) -- Wrench-Bot (lying on top of the trenchcoat on knocked-out Riff's chest): He'd be sayin' "Wrench-Bot," if yer 'adn't 'it 'im in the *chuffin' Chevy-Chase wit' me!* -- Izzy (brightly): *BYE-BYE ALTERNATE DIMENSION RIFF! SEE YOU IN A WEEK!* -- Riff (still seeing stars): *Wrench-Bot...? Did she say ...she's leaving...?* Wrench-Bot: /*Cor!*/ She's a bit bi-polar eh *wot?* Time-Display-Bot: damn. it lived. === NOTE: Ref: _Time-Display-Bot & Wrench-Bot_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090929>. | Flag | ||||
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6-Pack (very chalant): Your jumpjets ruined my REA-5 and /used up a week's supply of coffee/ *for the squad?!?* Alt-Torg (grabbing Riff's lapels): **ALL THE COFFEE? ARE YOU CRAZY?** Riff: *If you want to wake up just abuse the uppers in the chem-locker like Izzy's been doing!! Jeeves: Oh Snap! -- Izzy (slapping Riff hard across the face): **YOU SON OF A BITCH!** <**SLAP!**> -- (Izzy flees into her room, slamming the door behind her) <**SLAM!**> -- Riff: I meant "While scrounging for parts I discovered the chem-supply was low. I reviewed GVS' monitoring system and found that Izzy has been using the chem-vats like a buffet lunch, without the benefit of city-provided health monitoring." Riff: "She's taking too much and is on a road to self-destruction, and since she's the wife of my alternate I feel obliged to help her but I don't know what to do or even how to bring it up to her." Riff: That's what I meant to say, yeah. -- Alt-Torg: It's comforting to know Riffs across the dimensions all share the same verbal skills. Your foot in your mouth is my anchor of hope. Riff: I dunno. -- Alt-Torg: Luckily I do. Fix 6-Pack's REA-5. Were [sic: should be "We're"] switching from green to blue and that means more patrols more often. 6-Pack: Oh great. Now we're going to need coffee /*and*/ doughnuts! | Flag | ||||
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Jeevz: Of course sir! Alt-Torg: Izzy, lock our new identities in. Izzy: I'm on it. -- Alt-Torg: Internal affairs will find our old squad missing in action. Welcome to your new home, people. Now we are *squad 2319!* Riff: What happened to the old squad 2319? Alt-Torg: Friendly fire incident. -- </Flashback> Alt-Torg: Hidey-ho neighbor squad! I wanted to get a group photo of you guys! Move in tighter! Squad member: Hey neighbor! Beautiful day! -- Alt-Torg: Say "4U City"... Squad (Alt-Clem, Alt-Indentury 21 Realtor, Alt-Arminius Vambrey): /*"4-U CITEEEEE!"*/ -- Alt-Torg (pulling out DFA-gun): /*...AND CHECK OUT MY CAMERA!*/ <***ZAPPO!***> -- Alt-Torg: Jeevz! Locate and overwrite this squad's GV-Z with your data, then wipe our memory. Jeevz: Of course sir! Alt-Torg: Izzy, lock our new identities in. Izzy: I'm on it. </End flashback> -- (Riff is staring slack-jawed at Alt-Torg - again) Alt-Torg (looking bored): OK anyone else sick of this gaping? Anyone? Can I shoot him? Can we at least /throw/ things in there? | Flag | ||||
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-- Female Minion-Master-for-the-Day/Izzy (firing her gun as she charges at Bestseid): *Bestseid! You traitorous snake!* <**PUM PUM**> -- Bestseid (as bullets whiz by his head): **eek!** <wzzz> <wzzz> -- (Bestseid dodges back into his office to grab his gun which is lying out next to ZHOAS/Jane; bullets still flying from Izzy's gun; one hitting the doorjam above Bestseid's head) <**PUM** **PUM**> <thok> -- (Bestseid fires at Izzy, grazing her Minion Master helmet) <**BLAM!**> <P-Ting!> -- Izzy (having removed her now malfunctioning Minion Master helmet): *My brother better still be alive and you better tell me /where he is!/* <tzzt> -- Bestseid: /"Brother"...?/ Ah, *you* are the silent partner then. Came to his rescue when he went offline? /Marvelous./ I have a proposition for you. === NOTE: Random _Ref_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100329>. | Flag | ||||
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Izzy: No names. My brother is Minion Master and Bestseid is no doubt going to lead us right to him. So let's go. Torg: Easy there, "Person Who Tried to Shoot Me Down the Hall." (Crushestro uses a wet-nap to wipe the make-up from his face) <wipe> <wipe> -- Torg: What do you mean by 'you designed this place'? Izzy: I help with keeping my brother and his base secret. With keeping /you, his minions,/ secret. Cleaning up my brother's messes is harder than wiping the makeup off Crushestro's reflective face. Sasha (having joined them in the room; and still wearing nothing over her bra): Sam, I know you needed my shirt to protect your hands from the holy water while you bent the bars to free us, but can I have my shirt back? (Sam is staring contentedly at Sasha's chest; Kiki, who is on Sam's shoulder, perks up as she spots Crushestro) -- Crushestro: So you know who we all are, then. You may have been wise to keep that to yourself. (Kiki inches over to Crushestro) -- Crushestro (to Kiki, who is now on his shoulder): Yes? Kiki (her ears and tail totally erect): *Ack!* -- Kiki (falling over onto the desk; in ferret-shock): Soooo shiny... -- Izzy: Like I said, I'm bad at this. But nobody's going to rescue him but /me./ And... he's /all I have./ My glory-starved idiot brother has ruined everything by taking up with /organizations like Bestseid./ Kiki: <Twitch> -- Torg: What *other* organizations did your brother /"take up with"?/ Hereti-Corp? Izzy: No, /I'm/ the one in contact with them. === NOTE: Ref: _Crushestro Wears Unshiny-Makeup_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101025> | _Sam Bends Bars_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100923>. | Flag | ||||
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<***TOSs**> Izzy: *Hey! /YOW!/* -- <***THUD!***> Minion Master/Anthony: *Izzy!* Izzy (landing in a lump next to Anthony): *uff!* -- Bestseid (looking out of the control 'tower'): Is that... /*Crushestro?*/ Crushestro (ascending the stairs to the control 'tower'): Go ahead and fire your shrink ray, Bestseid! I don't care what happens to those two in the cage, but you want at least one of them alive, right? -- Bestseid (panicking and pressing buttons): What are you doing here? *Keep back!* <Beep> <Boop> <Bip> <Beep> -- (The shrink ray gun swings around) <**Wrrr...**> Crushestro: Want to try and point the ray at me? Think it might reflect off me? Think you can aim it fast enough to try? -- Crushestro (flinging the door to the control room open): Think you can talk your way out of /*this?*/ Bestseid: *Blast!* I never remembered to lock that door! -- Crushestro (overpowering Bestseid): Minion Torg, *take the ray controls.* -- Torg (looking at the controls): Aw, they're all labeled easy. I guess Bestseid ain't all that technical. Bestseid: I'm more of an /idea man!/ Torg: /So who built it?/ -- Crushestro (with hands on either side of Bestseid's head): You're going to have to keep wondering. /Bestseid is through. *I crush you!*/ Torg: *Boss, /wait!!!/* | Flag | ||||
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<**BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!**> <*click*> -- (Izzy cringes as she tries to put her body between the bullets and her brother; the bullets hit against the chamber walls) -- (Izzy stares at a radial crack in the chamber wall where a bullet is lodged) -- (Torg peeks out through the window of the control door) -- Crushestro (tossing the gun away and running out the door): *Is EVERYTHING bullet resistant in this place?* /Grrr!/ === NOTE: Hey! This comic was shorter than I had planned but with me being sick and going into a four day weekend, believe me you wouldn't want the next part as a potential tortuous cliff-hanger! You'll see Monday. You're welcome! Have a great thanksgiving everybody! === Transcriber's note: And that's not a tortuous cliff-hanger, Pete? | Flag | ||||
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Sam: Why would he do that? -- Minion Master/Anthony Abato: Sam, I wonder, do you remember last time we were together? -- The Sam Singers: <musical note> ***A SAM FLAAaaSH <musical note> <musical note> BAAAACK*** <musical note> -- </Flashback> (The minions are in the process of looting from the Minion Master's base; one minion is running off with a file cabinet, another minion is running off with a hat rack; another with a rubber duck; in the middle of it all sit Blinky and Clyde in their underwear, tied up and with crates over their heads) Minion Master/Anthony (as Izzy leads him over to the "Med Bay +"): They're ripping my base... apart! /Everything I... worked for.../ Izzy: /"We"/ worked for... and that's not important right now. Seriously, Anthony, bringing Bestseid in was the /second dumbest thing I've ever let you do./ <**LOOT! LOOT! LOOT! LOOT!**> -- Minion Master/Anthony: What was the... first..? Izzy (horrified): Letting /*him*/ in! -- Sam (slurping blood out of a transfusion bag with a straw as the doctor hides behind a supply shelf): ***SLurrrrp** -- Izzy (angrily): **You put that /down,/ Minion Sam! /No looting the blood-supply!/** </End flashback> -- The Sam Singers: <musical note> ***THEN THIS FLASHBACK <musical note> HAPPENED <musical note> <musical note> TOOooOO!!*** <musical note> -- </Flashback> (Sam is zooming towards Torg and Sasha from the sky, like a missile) <**WOOOSH!**> -- <***SLAM!***> (Sam slams into them, knocking all three of them into the van) -- Torg: Ugh! Sam? What the hell!?! Sam (with a panicked look): *We have to go.* -- Sam (panicking): *We have to go... /RIGHT NOW!/* Kiki: There's a litterbox behind the van but I didn't make it in time either! </End flashback> -- Sam: They're out to kill me. Especially Urja. She freaks me out! Sylvia (angrily): /*Urja?/ Urja and the Vrykolakas are /out to kill you?!? *What did you do?!?* -- Sam (guiltily): <musical note> *nuuuh-/thing?/* <musical note> -- Caption: OUTSIDE... Riff (on a rapidly descending inflatable hoverbike with Tweetyjerkjerk holding on behind him): *TORG, WE'RE /HIT!/* Riff: *WE'RE DEFLATING AND LOSING ALTITUDE!* === Note: Ref: _Sam Flashback 1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101201> | _Sam Flashback 2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101208>. | Flag | ||||
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Isabella (Izzy; removing her Minion Master helmet): I'm not going, Torg. I'm not running anymore. I'm ending this. Torg: Listen, I didn't expect to find you, but this has to be fate! /We *need* you./ We're going after Hereti-Corp! Izzy: /What?!?/ -- Riff: Torg, read between the lines. This is Minion Master's sister, right? Your "Knight-1?" Well, she's clearly going after a vampire master who turned her brother. Riff: You want her to help us with our battle? How about we help her with hers? Izzy: You guys really should run. -- Riff: We don't run from vampires. We /fight/. I'm Riff. Izzy: I'm Isabella. And I like the sound of *that*. | Flag | ||||
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</Flashback within a flashback> Isabella (narrating): "Remember Mom's silver medallion? Whenever Uncle Donzel would bring us groceries after the sun had set, she made him touch the silver to prove he was still human. He passed every time." - (A smiling Uncle Donzel touches the silver medallion) -- (A smiling Uncle Donzel touches the silver medallion) -- (A smiling Uncle Donzel touches the silver medallion) -- (Uncle Donzel's eyes glow red and he has fangs...) Isabella (narrating): "Until he didn't." -- Isabella (narrating): "And that's when Mom and Uncle Subi left us." (Izzy and Anthony stand alone in a spotlight, while Uncle Subi runs one way, and their mom runs another; the silver medallion abandoned just outside their spotlight; Urja lurks nearby) </End flashback within a flashback> -- (Back to the car chase analogy, Izzy and Anthony are back in the car chased by Urja; but Izzy is grown up and Anthony is a child) -- Isabella: We were smaller. Slower. We didn't know which way to go, but we ran. It was a flip of the coin that saved us as we went after Subi, and Urja went after Mom. Anthony: Mom wouldn't run away and leave us to the monster-lady! Isabella: Shut up, Anthony, and put your seatbelt back on. Everyone runs. Everyone. </Pause flashback> === NOTE: I might address this in a news story later but here's some responses to the _Reactions forums_ <http://www.sluggy.net/forum/viewforum.php?f=4> for the last two days: *"I thought _Izzy was younger_ <http://www.slugg.com/comics/archives/daily/20101116>!"* Crap! That right there is a GENUINE PETE SCREW UP! *"Hope this flashback doesn't take long!"* No, this won't take long, especially adding the 'car chase' as a flashback narration device! Shaved weeks off the script! *"What's up with the car chase? It makes this confusing!"* Crap. Well at least I'm not burning out... crap-crap. | Flag | ||||
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-- Urja (narrating): It seemed a cruel insult that they would survive while Queen Philinnon did not. But I was too weak to do more than assess what had happened. - Riff: To finish them off at this point, we'd need to fill their mouths with garlic or expose their bodies and heads to sunlight. Riff: Sam and Sylvia here are a different type of vampire than you are used to. Hard to kill. - Isabella Abato (Izzy): /Hard?/ If the Vrykolakas are monsters there are, like, /monster-gods!/ Riff: We should compare vampire notes later. And I actually have a /lot/ of notes. Riff: We have no garlic, and no time. With whatever hell is happening topside, I have a better plan for these two. -- Riff: The *saferoom.* Nobody knows about it, it's well fortified. *(*)And(*)* as you told me, if the door isn't "unsecured" it can only be opened from the inside. Izzy: But... Riff: These two will be sealed away, harmless yet not destroyed. That should cheer Torg up. -- Izzy: You're making a mistake, Riff. You always finish off a vampire when you have the chance. Riff: Well, Isabella, you know where they are to finish them off if you feel the need and can get the door open. For now, grab a head. Let's go. Urja (narrating): Isabella! *Last of my blood.* /I could take her! *I could rebuild with the last of my blood!!!*/ I was at a crossroad. -- Urja (narrating): Follow the *last of my blood,* and strike when my strength was regained. Rebuild the Vrykolakas. -- Urja (narrating): /*Or*/ wait until the mortals left, and finish *the fugitive* once and for all dead by my hand. My hand, my queen's last command of me. === NOTE: Ref: _Riff & Izzy Talk_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160331> | _"Unsecure"_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160318> | _Mistake/Softspot_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160321>. | Flag | ||||
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Isabella Abato (wearing a virtual reality visor, over the video feed on Riff's laptop): Thanks to your translatorbot, we're all ready to go, Riff. -- Izzy: The mech-coordination technology I was forced to create for Hereti-Corp will be used against them. Riff (off-panel, over the computer video feed): Mark 24 will be ready in 48 hours, and then we strike. -- Riff (to his laptop; over video feed): Tweety, report! Tweetyjerkjerk (over the video feed on Riff's laptop): Me and the elves have Izzy's back in the hacking department boss! Riff (to his laptop; over video feed): Excellent! -- Riff (to his laptop; over video feed): Squishybetraybetray, how are things on your side? Suqishydodo (over the video feed on Riff's laptop): My name's Squishdodo [sic: should be "Squishydodo"]. Riff (to his laptop; over video feed): Not anymore. -- Squishydodo (to his phone): You demoted me to casino staff under Bun-Bun when Torg came back. How do you /*think*/ I'm doing? Bun-Bun: Squish, what are you doing making a personal call when you're supposed to be polishing the casino chips? All of them? -- Riff (to his laptop; over video feed): Aylee, how goes everything? Did you kill and eat Oasis yet? Aylee (over the video feed on Riff's laptop): Not yet, Riff! Could be any day now! Riff (to his laptop; over video feed): Keep me posted! -- Riff (angrily): See, Torg? Everything is *perfect!* You'll /follow my lead,/ you say? Well I order you to take the 4 Shoddie Suits you requested, and Oasis, and do your plan for whatever, I don't need to know, and I don't care. Just *keep out of my way.* -- Torg: If everything's perfect, Riff, what is your problem with the translatorbot? Torg: And Aylee /*sooo*/ should not eat Oasis. === NOTE: Still sick! Ref links for the week hopefully by update tomorrow! NEW NOTE (added later): Ref: _Battlefield Technology_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/>20130114 via _satellite_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110201> designed by _Izzy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130130>. | Flag | ||||
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<***ZZZCHUG***> <***ZZZCHUG***> <***ZZZCHUG***> -- Riff (off panel; from inside the train): How do you do it, Torg? Torg (off panel; from inside the train): Do what, Riff? Riff (off panel; from inside the train): Oasis is this crazy unstoppable force. You were supposed to marry her. Nothing. You and Zoe are practically soul mates. And despite your best efforts, you're still single. -- Torg: Normally I'd assume you were being intentionally cruel, but your anima shows me your true concern. Just because an alternate 'you' ended up married to an alternate 'Izzy' doesn't mean you and Izzy must get married! Riff: I've been tryinng not to think about it but you trying to get married brought fate and Izzy all back in my head! (Torg and Riff are seated together; Zoe sits alone with Kiki, reading a paper) -- Torg: I don't even think she /likes/ you very much. I caught her scowling at you, like you smell bad or something. /Annnd/ we're thousands of years in the future so Izzy is dead, turned to dust, and forgotten. /*Annnd*/ you are *pretty dumb* when it comes to women. -- Riff: /Thanks,/ man, but it's not enough. /Cleary [sic; should be "Clearly"]/ you're dumb too. And there's more relationship-committed fish in the sea, a sea of /*danger!*/ It's gotta be something more. /What's your secret?/ -- Torg: No one wants to marry a mime. Your only hope is to /become what you fear the most!/ I have a troupe you could join....? (Riff is alarmed) -- Torg (laughing, along with the Trevors): Oh /*come on.*/ I was kidding. We all have animas, Riff! Use them! (Riff looks disturbed; his anima is cracked) Riff: /*I'll do it!*/ | Flag | ||||
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Alt-Torg: You're still bent out of shape over me dumping that chick down the judgment chute? We have to play the part of the police in this city until the time is right! -- Alt-Torg: We have to make tough calls, not arouse suspicion. The Riff I know would have understood that! -- (Torg stands up and Izzy enters the room) Riff: *And the Torg I know wouldn't have done it!* Alt-Torg: We're building a house of cards here. One stupid move and it could /*all come tumbling down.*/ Izzy: Riff, did you try to force entry into the robotics facility in your REA-5 a few days ago? -- </Flashback #2> Riff (inside his REA-5 suit): REA-5 official mandatory happiness inspection! Probe: This facility is off limits, Citizen. </End flashback #2> -- Riff: Maybe. Alt-Torg (staring at Riff, slack-jawed): /*You what?!?*/ -- Izzy: Of course they tracked it back to our squad! I hacked into the IA feed! Internal Affairs are on their way to judge us all right now! (Alt-Torg continues to stare, slack-jawed) -- (Alt-Torg continues to stare, slack-jawed) Riff: It looks dumb when you do it. === NOTE: Reference _Link_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100419>. | Flag | ||||
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6-Pack: Call me 6-Pack. -- 6-Pack: So, Riff is scared of commitment, huh? Torg: Before Izzy came along, Riff was afraid of his own shadow because he thought it was getting too clingy. 6-Pack: Mommy issues? Izzy: He's not going to want to talk about this. Riff: *I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, OK? LET'S MOVE ON!* -- Riff: *You said we're cops in Mech-suits, now, right?* So why am I still wearing a *Vat-Labs emblem?* Torg: Izzy finally located you two days ago and we extracted you 4 hours ago. Can't you remember? -- (Riff puts his hands on his head) Riff: It's foggy and hurts to think. But I have vague memories... -- </Flashback> Matty: More happy juice, 758449? </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Riff: *You're all leaving?!?* 6-Pack: We all have other identities. Our quick extraction left your old identity jeopardized. Izzy: You're 7433464866 now. You have to stay here in the barracks until our next scheduled patrol, honey! -- (The door starts to close) Riff: How long will that be?!? Alt-Torg: We're on light-duty rotation. One week. Riff: *What am I supposed to do for a week by myself?!?* -- (The door closes) <**CLAMP**> -- 6-Pack: You know I could have stayed with him for a few days at least. Alt-Torg: I need you at the chem-vats, 6-Pack! And I need him isolated. Alt-Torg: That version of Riff is useless to us, all whiny, confused, and depressed. -- Alt-Torg (winking): Now, a bored Riff with nothing around him but REA-5 suits, universal guns and hand-held Dee-eff-ays... Alt-Torg: .../*That*/ I could use. -- PS3 Game: nabibi defend catwalk honor with EXTREEEEEME STRUT! I am achieve bonus +1 "Tood" Riff: This video game is better than I thought. G-vz: <heart> === NOTE: mini ref: _nabibi_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20050420>. | Flag |
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