I’m a doppleganger planning to absorb and replace Jason. Unfortunately, I’ve only gotten good at copying his puns and brilliant plot twists, but my art skills are still garbage. Otherwise he’d be a skeleton right now…
Speaking of which, when you shift into your true form as a living blob of digestive gel, is it a faux pas to pour maple syrup on a Canadian before subsuming them and taking on their identity? It’s not a country-ist thing, because he’s Canadian, I swear! I just like maple syrup, okay?
There’s a strategic maple syrup reserve. It was once systematically robbed.
I know this because I still have Canadian citizenship (I naturalized elsewhere as a minor, so … two passports, two Thanksgivings!).
as for maple syrup, i know it’s part of our canadian identity, but i’m not so much a fan. that and poutine, and i know, this is a controversial stance, but hear me out…. you get crisp golden fries, lightly salted, great texture, then you slather gravy on them, dump a bunch of cheese on it, and turn it into potato sludge soup. no. not on my watch.
so, if you do replace me, get good at ranting about stupid crap. then you’ll fit right in.
You expect me to defame maple syrup and poutine? Absurd! No no no, I’ll find something else ridiculous to say, and I’ll let having a proper attitude about maple syrup and poutine be a clue to your friends and family something is off. You gotta give people some clue their loved one was digested and replaced! It’s only fair.
A: (frantic) No, I’m telling you, that’s not Jason! The last time I saw him he was *cooking* poutine!
B: (dismissive) Poutine’s delicious. Maybe he finally quite huffing blue spray paint and came to his senses.
A: (dramatic emphasis) He stopped huffing paint and turpentine.
B: (suddenly getting nervous) What? But he quoted Picasso about that all the time…
i do like adding new techy sounding things. it could work. but i don’t think i would cheese out on the name like that. jasotanium…. now that’s the money metal.
She was always a robot. If the comic was full-color, it’d be obvious since her outer hull is made from Bluetanium, an alloy of azure steel. However, because of the color palette, it was hidden from us in the audience.
There’s a strategic maple syrup reserve. It was once systematically robbed.
I know this because I still have Canadian citizenship (I naturalized elsewhere as a minor, so … two passports, two Thanksgivings!).
Bluetanium … I was dying, because at first I assumed this to be the authorial explanation.
I’m a doppleganger planning to absorb and replace Jason. Unfortunately, I’ve only gotten good at copying his puns and brilliant plot twists, but my art skills are still garbage. Otherwise he’d be a skeleton right now…
Speaking of which, when you shift into your true form as a living blob of digestive gel, is it a faux pas to pour maple syrup on a Canadian before subsuming them and taking on their identity? It’s not a country-ist thing, because he’s Canadian, I swear! I just like maple syrup, okay?
There’s a strategic maple syrup reserve. It was once systematically robbed.
I know this because I still have Canadian citizenship (I naturalized elsewhere as a minor, so … two passports, two Thanksgivings!).
absorb away. i’m not getting much done here.
as for maple syrup, i know it’s part of our canadian identity, but i’m not so much a fan. that and poutine, and i know, this is a controversial stance, but hear me out…. you get crisp golden fries, lightly salted, great texture, then you slather gravy on them, dump a bunch of cheese on it, and turn it into potato sludge soup. no. not on my watch.
so, if you do replace me, get good at ranting about stupid crap. then you’ll fit right in.
You expect me to defame maple syrup and poutine? Absurd! No no no, I’ll find something else ridiculous to say, and I’ll let having a proper attitude about maple syrup and poutine be a clue to your friends and family something is off. You gotta give people some clue their loved one was digested and replaced! It’s only fair.
A: (frantic) No, I’m telling you, that’s not Jason! The last time I saw him he was *cooking* poutine!
B: (dismissive) Poutine’s delicious. Maybe he finally quite huffing blue spray paint and came to his senses.
A: (dramatic emphasis) He stopped huffing paint and turpentine.
B: (suddenly getting nervous) What? But he quoted Picasso about that all the time…
friends and family?! you’ve made your FIRST mistake already!
Ha! Debt collectors and private investigators, then.
i do like adding new techy sounding things. it could work. but i don’t think i would cheese out on the name like that. jasotanium…. now that’s the money metal.
To be fair, many villains struggle to turn a key. And I’m sure the spiky guy had so much medical wisdom to share.
he’s spiking in heaven now. god speed, director of medicine.
You say that assuming it’s not common knowledge she’s not organic. No one said, “You fool, you’ll kill yourself too.”
it’ll make more sense soon. or not. who knows.
So she sent in a robot replica of herself? The security of the directors was severely lacking (or compromised) if they could not detect that.
She was always a robot. If the comic was full-color, it’d be obvious since her outer hull is made from Bluetanium, an alloy of azure steel. However, because of the color palette, it was hidden from us in the audience.
Farewell director of medicine. You will be missed. You were cool while you lasted!
How kind of her to kill you last.
RIP spiky prince. you will be…. missed?
There’s a strategic maple syrup reserve. It was once systematically robbed.
I know this because I still have Canadian citizenship (I naturalized elsewhere as a minor, so … two passports, two Thanksgivings!).
Had spiky prince been missed (I miss him and Sheena E and their spiky hair), ‘ed still be alive, wot? But the spear, it hit, a veritable hit.
haha, yeah, i hate that drawing. i just couldn’t get it right. ah well. the point was conveyed, spike got spiked.
Wow. So what is she?
An insane trigger happy lady :D with a lot of spunk to boot. As not many villains do the job themselves.
she’s more hands on than some other villians. then again, it’s turning a key.
In charge, with no peers or superiors.