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|Cactus (thief)||Cactus: Where you goin', sugar? / Rabid: Hey! He stole my wallet! / Rabish: I dunno, something about you seems... different. Sexily different. / Cactus: Well I'm certainly not an identity thief!! / Rabid: GASP! / Rabish: GASP! / Cactus: GASP! / Rabid: I'll get my revenge, you jerk! / Cactus: Ha! I've heard THAT one before! / Rabid: That was strangely unfulfilling... / Lady Cactus: No kidding. So, uh, how do you know my brother?|
|Cactus (creepy)||Rabid: Eh? / Cactus: Take pants off. / Rabid: Gah!! / Rabid: Man I am weirded out and pissed off! Why'd he even do that? There should be a law!! / Rabish: I think there kind of is? / Rabid: I can't try them on to make sure they fit? / Noel: Some bleeding-heart made a new law of no pants-grabbing. / Rabish: For fiendishly expensive designer pants, they're rather ill-fitting... / Rabid: Actually, they're the height of fashion. / Rabid: You're probably too young to remember when this stuff was cool the first time.|
|Cactus (crossing)||Rabid: Ow! What a scary jerk! Came out of nowhere! / Rabid: Hey lady! That cactus got me again. / Rabish: Oh! You woke me up. I was having that strange dream... / Rabish: I'm awake?! / Rabid: Were you having that strange dream again? / Rabish: Every time I have that dream it convinces me... maybe there's something more to it? / Rabid: We should go see Dr Wormly! He'll know! / Dr Quickly: Dimensional leakage, not dreams! Somehow you're managing to preserve continuity of consciousness. Very rare. Very interesting. / Rabish: I haven't been sleeping at all? / Rabish: That dream gets weirder every time.|
|Cereal (meals)||Rabid: Tweety Poofz are so tasty -- maybe I can finagle them into meals outside breakfast. / Rabid: Lunchtime, eh? Good thing I brought a baggie full of Tweety Poofz!! Not to be confused with the empty baggie I ate from for elevenses. / Rabid: What an exciting array of artisanal milks at this buffet brunch cereal table! / Rabid: Why would I eat a cucumber sandwich when I have all this Tweety Poofz sweetened tea to drink?! / Rabish: We're going to have to have an intervention or something... wanna come along? / Noel: Because of cereal? Sounds fun!! / Rabid: Ha ha a jittery boy like me doesn't need to eat the barbaque food nope nope. / Rabid: Man, after all that sugar and feather cereal, a midnight snack of turnip is sounding pretty good.|
|Cereal (endangered)||Rabid: Oh "Tweety Poofz" -- my day would be pointless without several boxes of you for breakfast! / Rabish: Does your trail mix have anything OTHER than "Tweety Poofz" in it? / Rabid: Nope! / Dr Quickly: Here is the nesting habitat we built for the critically endangered SUGARWING SHRIKE / Rabish: Nature hikes are so cool! / Dr Quickly: It's empty! Something TERRIBLE must have happened! / Dr Quickly: You! You're covered in FEATHERS which is very SUSPICIOUS! / Rabid: At least I get to eat "Tweety Poofz" in prison. / Noel: Yeah, life is... pretty TWEET! / Rabid and Noel: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha|
|Cereal (drink)||Rabid: Tweety Poofz are so tasty, maybe there are more ways to consume them than just in a milky bowl!! / Rabid: I'll just grind some up and tamp them down! / Rabid: What do you think? / Rabish: Distressingly sweet, only suitable for horrible children with poor taste. / Rabid: Horrible children with poor taste have very little disposable income. / Rabish: I would like a bowl of your rolled coffee bean cereal, please! / Space Frog: AH THE BREAKFAST DISH THAT HAS MADE ME A VAST FORTUNE / Dr Quickly: Turns out you can grind up coffee beans and brew them in hot water to make a fabulous beverage!! / Rabish: You had better hoof it to the patent office, Doc. And prepare for disappointment.|
|Kittens (pie)||Dr Quickly: Cease your playful swats and come with!! We don't have much time! / Noel: KITTIES! I HAVE TREATS! / Rabid: Oh, treats! / Dr Quickly: The fool. I suppose we'll have to rescue him. / Rabish: You SUPPOSE?! / Noel: Oh! You're too late to rescue your friends... unless you'd like some PIE!! / Dr Quickly: Gasp! / Rabish: Pie sounds lovely, thanks! / Dr Quickly: You filthy cannibal! / Rabish: Shush! Rabid has baked a MESSAGE into this pie... he says he's alright, and upstairs! / Rabid: Hey kitties! It turns out being exposed to heat turns us back to normal!!|
|Kittens (armaments)||Dr Quickly: Make haste, children! Our disguises will fade while we are still in danger if you keep romping!! / Rabid: Go on without me! I'll be alright!!
/ Rabish: We'll come back for you, eventually! / Rabid: While my jailers are distracted I'll make my escape.
|Kittens (rumble)||Cat: GRRR
/ Other Cat: ROWR / Rabid: You cats are so loud! Knock it off!! / Rabish: The cats in this neighbourhood sure are tough.
/ Rabid: I can't believe you just STOOD THERE. / Rabid: This isn't a rental?
/ Rabish: No... I feel bad about not standing up for you, so I'm being proactive. / Rabid: Where are we going?
/ Rabish: Dog! Where are you taking us?! Hello?
/ Cat: Heh heh / Rabish: Oh no! We're headed right for a brick wall!!
/ Cat: Ha! Suckers! / <
|Muffins (employee)||Noel: Would you care to sample a bite-size test portion of our new SEX MUFFINS? / Rabid: Uh, I'm okay, thanks. / Noel: Aw. / Rabid: I don't need any more coffee, but maybe that cute barista is working now... / Rabid: Um, hi! / Rabish: Hey, you! Heading home for the day? What can I get you? / Rabish: Here's your quad grande whole milk no foam latte! And a complimentary sex muffin. It's kind of a promotion we're running. / Rabid: Cool, thanks! / Rabid: Well, here goes!! / Rabish: I've got the employee bathroom key!!|
|Muffins (orbital)||Noel: May I interest you in a sample sex muffin? / Rabid: From you? Not likely. / Rabot: Look out! Come quickly! The muffins are breeding uncontrollably!! / Noel: Uh oh. / Noel: All the cages open?! This is a disaster!! / Dr Quickly: Well, eventually they'll run out of food and the population will stabilize. What do they eat? / Noel: GRAVITY!! / Rabid: ... And that's why we all live in freefall space stations! / Li'l Rabid: Baloney! Freefall happens BECAUSE of gravity! We're not safe here at all!! / Rabid: Son! Where are you going? / Li'l Rabid: I need to see for myself what happened to our planet... and to my MOM!!|
|Muffins (wasteland)||Noel: Care to sample an imitation sex muffin? / Rabid: That's not funny! I hope my son is okay. / Li'l Rabid: I should have landed in one of the Great Cities my father spoke of... but all I see is desolate wasteland! / Rabish: MY SON I HAVE FOUND YOU... IN A WORLD WHERE THE WORLD IS A BLISTERED WASTELAND / Li'l Rabid: Mom?! / Rabid: It's some sort of projection coming from deep underground. I'll track it to its source and find my mother!! / Dr Quickly: Your father fled to the orbital stations with you when you were but a whelp! / Rabish: He thought our plan to make peace with the sex muffins was doomed to failure! And yet we prevailed!! / Li'l Rabid: Awesome! / Dr Quickly and Rabish: NOW JOIN US!! / Li'l Rabid: Noooo!|
|Sweater World (beats)||Rabid: I... guess this is the place? / Rabish: That sweater looks SO GOOD on you... you must tell me where you purchased it! / Rabid: It's a secret! / Rabot: Why would a robot know of a secret store where disgusting biosweaters lurk? I will help you find their oily hairy origin... but only to destroy them. / Rabo: Oh! You made a special ROBO-biosweater just for me! Out of a pipe! / Dr Quickly: It's de rigeur if you want to hang with us. / Rabid: Ode to a sweater: oh, hey... a sweater... yeah... such it is. sure thing. digging the sweater, you bet. got it on, got it GOING on. the sweater, dig it, yeah. / Rabid: My poem was so bad it killed my sweater. / Dr Quickly: Boo / Rabish: Very bad.|
|Sweater World (spices)||Rabid: I... guess this is the place? / Sweater: We don't sell anything you would want to buy. / Rabid: Hear me out!! / Rabish: This is authentic Sweater World cuisine? It's amazing!! / Dr Quickly: Well, now, even our own CITY isn't a monoculture... I believe this soup originates in the V-Neck Peninsula of Sweater World. / Rabid: Quite true, Doctor, but that was exceedingly rude AND you totally had to look that up on your phone thingy. / Dr Quickly: I'm so embarrassed! / Sweater: How'd the party go? / Rabid: It was great! The authentic spices were a hit! Can you recommend anything else? / Sweater: Heh, well, maybe this time some actual spices. Last time I sold you dish soap. / Rabid: Ha ha it was delicious!|
|Sweater World (Steak Land)||Rabid: I... guess this is the place? / Rabid: I would like to fill this medication prescription and also buy this prescription sweater! / Noel: Uh, oh, yeah sure. / Rabid: Dr Quickly was right... I'm not depressed any more and it's all thanks to these pills and this sweater! / Dr Quickly: Glad to hear it! Say, I have a prescription I need to fill for being hungry and sober, should we do a run to STEAK LAND BOOZETERIA? / Dr Quickly: it's a freaking MESS in there so it's good you didn't go in. / Rabid: I think it's contraindicated anyway. / Dr Quickly: I was right! I'm full of meat and drunk as a lark thanks to my prescription I wrote for myself!!|
|Focus (stinger)||Bug: Our home, destroyed by the caprice of a Large One!! / Lady Bug: Hush, child... there is nothing we can do. / Rabid: Well, time for lunch!! / Bug: I WILL GET MY REVENGE!! / Bug: I've found you at last!! Judgement is night!! / Rabish: Do you hear a tiny little noise? / Rabid: No, I don't. / Bug: The sacred sting! Treasure of my people!! Your life is in my hands, Large One!! Suffer, now! Suffer and DIE!! / Dr Quickly: So does this mean he really really LIKES my omelettes, or does he really really HATE them?|
|Treasure Map (loot)||Space Frog: WHAT'S THIS OH COOL A TREASURE MAP FOR ME / Space Frog: THESE DIRECTIONS ARE UNFAMILIAR I WILL ACCEPT THE QUEST ANYWAY / Space Frog: NEVER HAD TO ENTER MY ONLINE BANKING CREDENTIALS IN A QUEST BEFORE HIGHLY REALISTIC / Space Frog: NOW I HAVE TO HOLD MY HOUSEKEY UP TO MY WEBCAM / Space Frog: I WIN / Space Frog: MY HAT IS A QUEST REWARD I BET YOU ARE JEALOUS|
|Treasure Map (crown)||Space Frog: WHAT HO A TREASURE MAP / Space Frog: HEY ALRIGHT IT LED ME TO THE WORLD KING'S LOST TOMB NOW I CAN OBTAIN THE POWER CROWN / Dr Quickly: How did he get his hands on the map I sent you for safekeeping?!
/ Rabid: I TOLD you, he goes through my mail!! / Space Frog: OH LOOKS LIKE HE GOT AN INVITATION TO A FANCY PARTY AS WORLD KING MY DUTY TO CRASH THE PARTY IS CLEAR / Space Frog: WHERE'S THE PARTY IT'S A TRAP
|Treasure Map (candy)||Space Frog: HEY A TREASURE MAP IN MY FERRERO INTERNATIONAL SOCIETA PER AZIONI FERRERO REGISTERED TRADEMARK KINDER REGISTERED TRADEMARK SURPRISE CHOCOLATE EGG TOY SHELL / Space Frog: I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO THE CANDY CANE FOREST BEFORE IT SMELLS LIKE PEE THIS MAP BETTER BE RIGHT / Signage: The treasure is LOVE and the FRIENDS who came with on this ADVENTURE / Space Frog: BALONEY I'M FURIOUS / Rabid: Ew, what's that awful smell?! / Rabish: Didn't you see the news? A parks vandal burned down the Candy Cane Forest!! / Rabid: WHAT?! / Rabid: Oh thank goodness my secret treasure stash is still safe!! / Space Frog: HA I KNEW IT WOULD WORK HAND IT OVER / Rabid: Gasp!!|
|Unattended Birthday (tshirt)||Noel: It's my birthday! Where is everyone?! / Rabid: Maybe we can get out through the hatch? / Rabish: We're already quite late... / Dr Quickly: This was our big chance to make amends... / Rabot: Regional President Noel! Remember that elevator that broke down in your old apartment building? Years ago?! / Noel: Barely! That was years ago!! / Rabot: Well I finally got it open and amidst some bones there was this present addressed to you!! / Noel: Ooooh! / Noel: I'll never not wear it! You guys really were trying to make amends!! / International Worm: Your shirt is too offensive and you can no longer be Regional President if you keep wearing it. / Noel: FINE.|
|Unattended Birthday (bar)||Noel: It's my birthday!! Where is everyone?! / Noel: All eight of my guests called to cancel... some of them more than once! / Noel: That does it! I'm going to sexy myself up and go to a bar!! To feel good about myself!! / Bardude: So, like, are you totally hot when you're naked? / Noel: Want to find out? / Bardude: What, you're not going to just tell me? That doesn't bode well. See you never. / Noel: What?! I was flirting!! / Noel: huck huck huck huckle sob huck|
|Unattended Birthday (prison)||Noel: It's my birthday!! Where is everybody?! / Noel: This is TOTALLY going in my memoirs. / Newsmonsterlady: In her controversial new memoirs, ultracriminal Noel Mauvais has a lonely plea for companionship from inside her prison...
/ Rabid: What?! She doesn't deserve any such thing!! / <
|Bread Crabs (business trip)||Rabid: I can't sleep here! It's infested with bread crabs!! / Noel: Uh, no, it looks like we're booked out of bread-crab-free rooms. Gotta keep the buffet supplied, you know?! / Rabid: So this is the only hotel in town without a bread crab problem? / Dr Quickly: You foreigners have strange ideas about what constitutes a problem, but you sure got lots of money. / Rabid: And that concludes my important international business presentation! Any questions? / Businessmonster: ... yeah, I got one. / Rabish: COFF / Rabid: Alright!! / Businessmonster: How come you're so freakin' CHIPPER?! / Rabish: zzz... zzzz...|
|Bread Crabs (contagion)||Rabid: Ugh, I can't sleep. How come I'm so itchy?!
|Bread Crabs (shopping)||Rabid: Brabs are everywhere! Especially bedsheets!
/ Rabish: That's an awful thing to say. We're going in there. / Rabish: Do you have this pattern in a king size?
/ Crab: I'll go check in the back. / Rabid: Look at how she WADDLES! Probably full of hideous crab-spawn.
/ Rabish: What the hell is your problem? / Rabid: I'm not sleeping in that, a brab touched it.
/ Rabish: Stop using that awful word! And MOVE OUT!! / Rabid: Is there a pill or something you can give me to make me not racist? Rabish kicked me out of the house.
/ Dr Quickly: I've got just the thing!! / <
|Dangerous Shoes (murderboots)||Rabish: Are those shoes safe?
/ Rabid: Sure! Maybe! / Rabid: Anyway, see you later!!
/ Rabish: Yeah.
|Dangerous Shoes (broadcast)||Rabish: You gotta hide me!! These shoes are DANGEROUS!! / Lynch Mob: WHERE'D SHE GO!! WE MUST FIND HER!!
/ Rabid: If they cause you so much bother...
/ Rabish: Why not get rid of them? They cost me my SOUL!! Check it out, though. / Rabid: It's like your feet have become the sole beacon of light in my nightmare dark life... Oh, oh... those shoes. / Rabot: We interrupt all programming to bring you an important news bulletin! Citizen Rabid has TURNED IN the fabulous shoes!! The shoes and the monster responsible for wearing them are now in a secure detention facility where they will be safe from harm thank goodness. / <
|Dangerous Shoes (or ajax)||Dr Quickly: Seven league boots! An artifact of folk mythology given true existence by my engineering ingenuity!! Try 'em out!! / Rabid: Seven leagues... so I should end up in, like, Milton?
/ Dr Quickly: That sounds about right. Be sure to lace them up tight!! / <
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