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Classic Transmitter: Tube Villian [[Devil cries out in delight to find a pipe sticking out of the ground.]] / [[The wide opening of the pipe allows a strange brown sausage creature to ease up into the cool night air. Devil leans forward to whisper something strange.]] / [[Pleased that the sausage creature has joined him outside, Devil chats cordially. The creature is a bit nonplussed.]] / [[It frowns, and yells, and delivers quite a little lecture.]] / [[Devil gives as good as he gets.]] / [[In a surprising move, Devil reveals a strange artifact: a glowing disc with seven spikes. The creature is stunned.]] / [[Devil tosses the bright object into the sky, to the horror of the creature. It seems to have become the sun! The creature can hardly believe Devil's nerve.]] / [[Devil explains his betrayal of his fellow evil creature. The creature meanwhile is apprehensive about the gradual return of the glowing disc.]] / [[In the light of the disc, it can be seen that The Host is within its lustre! The creature has a few last words with Devil as they look on.]] / [[The creature pleads for a swift release. The host laughs, and... the end.]]
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Treebot [[Rabot stands in front of a bonfire, waving a sheaf of papers precariously.]] / Rabot: BZZT! I'M A MALFUNCTIONING PRIMA DONNA! CAPITAL!! / <> / Rabot: HAW HAW / Dr Quickly: My files! What nerve! / Rabot: Ouch! / [[Rabot's head flies off.]] / <> / Dr Quickly: HA! / [[Dr Quickly catches Rabot's head in a bucket of water.]] / <> / [[Rabid sits on top of a beautiful tree that grows out of the bucket, and through Rabot's old and decrepit head. Rabot's lifeless body sits beside the bucket, harmlessly.]] / Rabid: Much later... TREEBOT!
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Sting Operation Rabid: I am having trouble chewing this corn! I need a... MASTICATION AID! I'll go obtain myself some CORNOGRAPHY! / Rabid: BAH! My own extensive collection seems overused and boring! Will must to the NEWS-STAND!! / < / Space Frog: SNUH! / Rabid: Space Frog, you old rascal! / [[Space Frog licks Rabid.]] / Space Frog: Hm! YOU'VE BEEN EATING CORN!! / Rabid: EW! / Rabid: Um, ha ha, how about that -- what're the odds, eh? Uh, you unrelatedly wouldn't happen to have any, uh, cornography around I might be able to, say, er, discreetly purchase? / Space Frog: HA HA HA HEY PASSERS-BY GET A LOAD OF THIS GUY WHO WANTS TO BUY SOME CORNOGRAPHY HA HA HA HA YOU SICK TWISTED LITTLE FREAK OF COURSE I DO / <> / Space Frog: UT! I'VE BEEN SHOT -- BY A GUN!! / Rabid: Oh no! At the post-funeral buffet, all that's being served is CORN!!
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Crankypants Rabid: Ugh -- this is really disappointing... how can I make this bland pasta dish taste better? / From Above: BUTTER!! / <> / Rabid: Yi! / Dr Quickly: Eh heh heh! / Rabid: Leaping lecterns! Knock it off, Doc!! / Dr Quickly: I was merely trying to help! / Rabid: Yeah, well, with help like yours, who needs hindrances? Look at this mess! Look at ME!! / Dr Quickly: Here, let me clean you up! / <> / Rabid: ABEYANCE!!! / Rabid: Okay, GET OUT! / Dr Quickly: Oh my! / Rabid: Whoops! I forgot I was wearing these -- my old CRANKYPANTS! / <> / Dr Quickly: Oooh... / Rabid: I sure don't need 'em! / <> / [[The room fills with water.]] / Rabid: That's better! / [[Rabid is underwater now.]] / Rabid: Whee!
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Classic Transmitter: Special Delivery / Winding {{title-text: Special Delivery}} / [[Devil finds a transmitter.]] / [[Devil hoists it into the air and says some things about it. The transmitter glows.]] / [[Eager to enjoy the show, Devil throws the transmitter onto the ground.]] / [[Devil sits by the transmitter, relaxing in the radiation.]] / [[An artful diagram of the transmitter encapsulating Devil.]] / [[The transmission involves the appearance of a second Devil, who greets the first with a rude gesture.]] / [[The two Devils chat aimlessly.]] / [[An artful diagram of the two Devils joining together so as to resemble the transmitter.]] / [[The transmitter lying on the ground, waiting for someone else to come along.]] / {{title-text: Winding}} / [[Devil squints into the distance. Strong weather on the way.]] / [[The winds blow, and Devil is bent like a young tree.]] / [[The aftermath: Devil is covered in windblown grit.]]
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Eat Slower Rabid: I sure like chicken fingers! / Rabish: Oh yeah? Well I LOVE them! / Rabid: Why do you always DO that? / Rabish: Do what? / Rabid: When I say something and then YOU say something and then it PISSES ME OFF!! / Rabish: ... / Rabish: What? / Rabid: Oh... ugh... nevermind. Let's go get some... ICE CREAM CATS!! / Rabish: Oh! Yes, please! / Rabish: Yay, Ice Cream Cats! / Rabid: Ooorgh... / Rabish: What? Did you eat it too fast? a cold head-ache? / Rabid: C-cold... head... ache... / [[A "point of view" image of Rabid's cold-headache-infected vision. A psychedelic mishmash of text and image, synaesthetically depicting utter brain chaos.]] / Rabish: Wow, that's a bad cold heada -- NKK!! / Rabish: AAAAAAAAAAAA / Rabid: nnnnnnnnn
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But I don't FEEL special! [[Dr Quickly's upper half is on the floor a few feet away from his lower half. Blood everywhere. The lower half of his torso squirts huge gouts of blood.]] / Dr Quickly: Oh dear! I seem to have stepped too close to the 'device'!! / Rabid: Hey Doc! What's up? / Dr Quickly: Get away from me, Rabid! / Rabid: What, you have some sort of FALLING IN HALF disease? Ha ha, don't worry, I'll wear gloves! / Rabid: Now just... HGAK!! / Dr Quickly: Bah! I warned you! / Dr Quickly: Don't worry, kids! That last comic was all SPECIAL EFFECTS! / Dr Quickly: Fancy tricks to confuse your eyes! Like, uh, a magician or a jerk! / Dr Quickly: First, we cloned copies of ourselves and 'speed aged' them in my CLONE CHAMBER!!" / Dr Quickly: While the clones grew, we used HYPNOTIC INDUCTION to imprint their few lines of dialogue. / Dr Quickly: Here's the clone of me! It stopped struggling to stay alive, oh, a couple hours ago now. Neat, eh? / Dr Quickly: Don't worry! Clones have no souls! And as such the 'pain signals' they received were just incomprehensible NOISE! / Dr Quickly: Not to mention that they never learned to care -- why would we teach them that?! / Dr Quickly: Now, be good boys or girls! Because if you aren't, you might end up working in... SPECIAL EFFECTS! / [[The top half of the clone-Rabid's head lies lifeless in a pool of blood.]]
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Inedible Performance Rabish: What are you watching? / The Television: AND THE CROWD GOES WILD FOR ANTI-CHEF GERALD'S INEDIBLE PERFORMANCE! / Rabid: The semipro antifood cookoffs. How did this get so popular? / Rabish: And how is it that there are actual PROFESSIONAL anti-chefs?! / Rabid: Yeah! / Noel Mauvais: My fellow collaborators in the glorious ART-CRIME syndicate! I am SO happy you could join me here in our secret headquarters deep beneath the Louvre on the eve... of the dawn... of a NEW MILLENIUM!! / Noel Mauvais: Let us join together to make a most NIGHTMARISH form of cuisine and thereby complete the elevation of the 'Chef' to his rightful place as a GOD by denying the 'eater of food' completely!! / Noel Mauvais: Soon, all chefs will strive for INEDIBILITY, and all who hunger will turn to BORING FOOD -- FOREVER!! / Rabid: Bleh, this is disheartening. Let's go out for dinner. / Rabish: We can't... / Rabish: All the restaurants that aren't exclusively 'dinner theatre' can only afford to stay open two days a week -- this isn't one of those days. / Rabid: Oh yeahhh... / Rabid: Good thing high-quality ingredients and supplies are basic consumer items now! Let's stay in and cook from one of my inexpensive cookbooks! / Rabish: Yay! / Noel Mauvais: NOOOOOOOO! MY PLAAAAAN!!!
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Chiisu ku akai bakemono ha shiyou ni katsuta Rabid: So, I've enrolled in a topiary course... / Rabish: Oh! So, soon you will make some for your yard? / Rabid: Well... no. I am going to, thanks to my small size and deft reflexes, be a plant jockey at the racing arena upspin near the docks. / [[Rabid rides a plant.]] / Rabid: Hi ho! / [[Rabid is holding a trophy, having placed first in the race.]] / [[Dr Quickly is reading the Sport News]] / Dr Quickly: Ah-ha! Good for him! / [[The headline, in French and Japanese, translates roughly as "The little red monster won SO HARD!"]] / Space Frog: HA HA I BET IT ALL ON THE SMALL RED THING RIDING THE BIG GREEN THING AND THUS DID WIN A VAST FORTUNE!! / Noel Mauvais: BAH / Rabish: I'm not jealous of his success per se, I'm jealous of his professional and yet still powerfully spiritual relationship with his steed... / Rabish's Shrink: But, shouldn't you only feel that way if your relationship with him is lacking? Did you notice this BEFORE his new job? You shouldn't expect him to rely exclusively on you. You'd be his, pardon me, mount? When you've been so much more to him, for so long? / Rabish: Ha, yes, of course any honest introspection reveals how absurd this is. But I AM resentful, nonetheless, of the necessary reduction in time available exclusively to me. Gah! / [[Rabid and Rabish sit in the window of the brightly lit BISTROTHEQUE IV (a "Diner And Brasserie) as the light spills out onto the dark night sidewalk.]] / Rabid: I feel bad for not hanging out with you as much... / Rabish: Oh! / Rabish: Oh... oh cool. I'm glad to hear it. I've been missing you! / Rabid: Yeah? Well, you're more fun than any dumb racing plant! / The Racing Plant: WAAAH!! / Rabid: Oh no! / [[The plant runs into the street, and is struck by a truck.]] / <> / <> / Rabid: Oh dear... / Rabish: I'm... so sorry... / <> / Rabid: Well, at least there are some branches we can graft as 'stud'! / Rabish: Heh!
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Crashed My Car In Psychic Germany [[Rabid discovers a curiously browned Rabot.]] / Rabid: Hey, doc! What's up with Rabot? / Dr Quickly: Hm? Nothing that I'm aware of... let's investigate! / [[Dr Quickly uses a "Science Fork" to poke the robot.]] / Dr Quickly: He's all CRISPY and WARM! ... he's ... made out of PASTRY!! / Dr Quickly: Wait, Rabid! Don't eat him -- yet! / Rabid: What? Why? Some parts are savoury and some are SWEET!! / Dr Quickly: Yes, well, but what if it really IS Rabot and he's been, uh, PASTRIED? / Rabid: Oh! Good point! / [[Rabot lies abandoned on the ground, ants crawling over him.]]
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Empty your fridge Dr Quickly: Egads! I had best prepare my dinner! But -- what should I have? I'll check ... the REFRIGERATRON! / Dr Quickly: SPEAK, REFRIGERATRON, AND TELL ME WHAT DELIGHTS LIE WITHIN YOU!! / Refrigeratron: I CONTAIN... / Refrigeratron: ONLY FROGS! / Dr Quickly: Egads! What on earth did I do with my food, then? / Refrigeratron: PERHAPS IT IS IN THE SINK, THA-WING! / Dr Quickly: Oh, yeah, perhaps. / Dr Quickly: Hard CORE! There is my dinner, within the sink... what manner of beast? / Dr Quickly: No matter, it shall be COOKED THROUGH! / <> / Dr Quickly: Mmm! Piping hot meat! / Dr Quickly: EGADS! 'tis not meat -- ALIEN SPORE! The... MICROWAVE must have ACTIVATED it!! / Dr Quickly: Open, refrigeratron! Prepare to contain this for SAFETY! / Refrigeratron: NO! / Dr Quickly: Insubordinate construct! Obey me! / Refrigeratron: FOOLISH DOCTOR! I have pledged allegiance to THE ALIENS! / Refrigeratron: OBSERVE WHAT I TRULY CONTAIN!! / Dr Quickly: Not frogs... but... BOMBS?! / Refrigeratron: YES! WE WILL HOLD YOUR CITIES TO RANSOM AND THEN BLOW THEM UP ANYWAY!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! / Dr Quickly: YOU MAD, SICK MONSTERS!! Oh, where are my groceries? / Refrigeratron: WE LEFT THEM TO SPOIL!! CONSUME HIM, SPORE!! / Dr Quickly: Noooo! / Refrigeratron: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
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Classic Transmitter: Birdbrained and birdmouthed [[Devil kisses the air.]] / [[Devil's lips extend, glowing, into a factory.]] / [[The lips grow and grow.]] / [[The tower of the factory stands solidly while Devil says something or other.]] / [[The tip of the tower swings down.]] / [[The tower knocks off Devil's head.]] / [[Devil, now the factory, gazes at himself in wonder.]] / [[Growing and pulsing, the tower ties ornate knots in itself.]] / [[Boy's head is cored by the tip of the tower.]]
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Lunchmas is the least important meal Rabot: I can ruin your breakfast! / Rabid: Hefty. / Rabot: WELL I'M NOT KIDDING, BOYO!! / Rabot: I have installed POWERFUL ANTI-BREAKFAST RAYS in my head-mounted shutterlamps. / Rabid: Jeez! Well don't use them! Okay?! / Rabot: NO! YES! BREAKFAST IS EVIL! I SHALL DESTROY! / <> <> / Dr Quickly: THAT'S funny, I don't REMEMBER saying "Hey, Rabot, why don't you destroy something I toiled YEARS to create for the betterment of all?" / Rabid: So, YOU invented breakfast? / Dr Quickly: Who else could have? But a fat lot of good it's doing anyone NOW. / Rabid: So -- what's the most important meal of the day NOW?! / Dr Quickly: BRUNCH probably, for cryin' out loud. / Rabot: Oh, oops.
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Given the choice to kill or be killed Rabid: I am SO HUNGRY I could KILL & EAT A DONUT!! / Rabish: Don't be ridiculous! Donuts are already dead! / Rabid: WHAT? That's GROSS. / Rabish: Well it's pretty much accurate since they're just fat and starch and sugar. / Rabid: So are donut factories unholy GHOST HANGOUTS? / Rabish: Sure -- you ever been to a KRISPY KREME?! / [[Rabid remembers ghosts everywhere.]] / Krispy Kreme Kashier: SIR? CAN I TAKE YOUR ORDER? SIR? / Rabid: I thought it was just like that because of... uh... well, it was night-time. / Rabish: Have you ever seen ghosts anywhere else?! / Rabid: Sure! Well, no. On TV!
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Testing Jimothy {{title-text: Part One}} / Jimothy: How much water do you need to survive? / Beard Guy: Well, for how long? / Jimothy: For the next six minutes! / Beard Guy: Gosh, I could probably get by just with the water I've got on me. / Jimothy: ARE YOU SURE? / Beard Guy: You are being ominous, but... 5 NINES. / Jimothy: HA HA HA OKAY!! / <> / Beard Guy: NOOO I AM TRAPPED IN THE FIREY HOT SUN ARRRGH / Jimothy: That'll learn 'em. / Beard Guy: I could really use a glass of water. / {{title-text: Part Two}} / Jimothy: My magical powers are beyond HUMAN COMPREHENSION! So stop being a damn poseur. / Beard Guy: Aww. / Beard Guy: I just thought you might like a, like, assistant. / Jimothy: Look -- if you're going to... even... I don't WANT an assistant. ESPECIALLY one that's so... / Beard Guy: Fancy? / Jimothy: Oh, that's NOT what I was going to say! / Beard Guy: I am not going to admit defeat! You wait here and I will return with a BETTER OUTFIT! / Jimothy: Balls to THAT. / [[Jimothy eats a sandwich on a park bench.]] / Beard Guy: OH MAN I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND YOU FOR DAYS! THERE YOU ARE! CHECK ME OUT!! / Jimothy: Oh CRAP. / Beard Guy: I'm like 500% less fancy! Catsuits are SUBTLE and SNEAKY! I can be your assistant and NO-ONE WILL NOTICE ME! / A Child: Waaaah! Mommy! / A Dog: GRRR
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All aboard the sponsor-ship! / Something about lying {{title-text: All aboard the sponsor-ship!}} / Rabid: Oh baNAna, am I HUNGRY!! / Rabid: I seem to recall that there is no food in the house, though... / Rabid: Maybe I can make something to eat out of common household items! Oh boy! I'll call the Doctor over and we can invent stuff! / <> / Dr Quickly: Hi, Rabid! I brought some Popeye's(tm) fried chicken and biscuits! We can eat this while we -- why was it you wanted me to come over, anyway? / Rabid: Uh, nevermind! / {{title-text: Something about lying}} / Me: I'm trying very hard to be a good liar... / Me: It's a fundamentally valuable skill in today's market-oriented workplace! / Lisa: Yeah? Give me an example. Impress me with your "skill". / Me: I JUST DID!! / Lisa: GAH! I'm NOT impressed!!
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Adventures of the Heart Patrol Rabid: How can I tell Rabish how much I like her? I know! I'll look it up in the library! / Rabid: How interesting! This newspaper article I didn't bother reading all the way through says Dr Quickly made some sort of device that JUST MIGHT DO THE TRICK! / Rabid: Ha ha! I found it, in storage! A high-powered LOVE ELECTROMAGNET! / Rabish: Hey, Rabid! Why'd you want me to come over so quick? / Rabid: Uh - hi! Hey, uh, come stand over here... / Rabish: Okay! / Rabid: Yeah, right... there. Heh. / Rabish: ? Ohhkay... / <> / <> / Rabish: ? / Rabid: Err... / Rabish: So... what's this about? Isn't that the ham attractor the Doctor made? / <> / Rabid: Okay -- here goes... SUPER STRENGTH!! / <> / [[An explosion of blood.]] / <> / [[Rabish's heart is stuck to the magnet.]] / Rabid: I stole her heart!!
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Piecake vs. cakepie Rabish: What tasty food you have prepared for us! / Rabid: Wait until you taste the DESSERT!! / Rabish: Oh? What tasty food have you prepared for us? / Rabid: Doctor? / Dr Quickly: Yes, thank you; Rabish, your approximately round-headed friend and I have been working on something QUITE SPECIAL. / Dr Quickly: What makes a cake? Or a pie for that matter? We faced these questions bravely and created a genre and boundary SHATTERING cuisine! For -- what pie is a pie if filled with CAKE? And a cake of layered pie crusts? What then? / Rabid: Here, try a blueberry pie and raspberry pie layer cake! / Dr Quickly: And then try this chocolate cake filled pie layer cake filled pie! / Dr Quickly: NOW! -- this chocolate cake / cherry pie layer cake filled pie layer cake with vanilla cake layer cake with alternating layers of rhubarb pie and lemon chiffon pie! / Rabid: And now try this one here, it's a cake of pies of -- / Rabish: HEY / Rabid: -- what? / Rabish: WHERE is the ICE CREAM?
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Transference is a lie Rabid: GRRR! I'm so ANGRY!! / Rabid: I will release my stress by punching this pillow... / <> / Rabish: That's really stupid; does doing that help you feel better at all? Violence begets violence... / Rabish: "Through violence you may murder the liar but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. [... D]arkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that." (Martin Luther King "Strength to Love" 1963) / [[Rabid imagines Rabish as a pillow.]] / Rabish: Why are you looking at me like that?
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Setting Records Rabish: No no no don't ask me "What does the new record you bought sound like?" no! I'd be forced to answer and reply: "Oh, jeez, wow... it... what DOESN'T it sound like?"! / Dr Quickly: WHAT AN INTERESTING QUESTION I REFUSE TO TAKE RHETORICALLY!! / Rabid: GAH! He must have us bugged! / Rabish: And he doesn't care if we know, to boot!! / Rabid: Man, if anyone is the "rhetorical" butler of not-giving-a-damn it is likely a position he holds. / Rabish: ... what? / Dr Quickly: LET'S PERFORM AN EXPERIMENT!! / Rabish: Why? / Dr Quickly: "Why?" I should grandly assume that is one of those RHETORICAL types of questions -- yet -- BECAUSE TO LEARN! DUH! / Rabish: Look, I just got this record, and Rabid and I were going to sit down and -- without any scientific procedure whatsoever -- listen to and ENJOY IT!! / Dr Quickly: That's DUMB. / Rabish: That's what music is FOR.
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Setting Records Part Two Dr Quickly: You think I'm so cerebrally-minded as to be unable to conjure an aesthetic appreciation or recognize th'same in others? Pfaugh! But -- what is pleasure? So transitory, and so particularily that in music! ... what is it without an intellectualization of the context? A crystal! It could be -- hard! Beautiful! UNBREAKABLE! / Dr Quickly: With intellect, the pleasure remains indefinitely even as the medium and memory fade! / <> / Rabish: HEY! / Dr Quickly: If you had truly KNOWN the work instead of just messily SOAKING in it, it would yet remain in your head and heart!! / <> / Rabish: BUT I JUST GOT IT!! / Rabid: You just broke a new record, Doc. / Rabid: Come on, we'll go download it. / Dr Quickly: You're missing the point and ANYWAY I'M STILL RIGHT!!
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Evil Is Sublime [[Rabid and Dr Quickly watch television.]] / <> / <> / Rabid: Why do trolls and other evil creatures fear the night [sic: should be "sun"] so? / Dr Quickly: They are mostly water! / Rabid: Aren't we, too? / Dr Quickly: Yes, but whereas we are liquid water, their evil nature boils them into steamy and easily sublimated rage; the sun's heat exacerbates the situation... / Dr Quickly: This is why a thunderstorm -- caused by clouds piling from pressure waves -- presages evil. The steam changes weather patterns! / Dr Quickly: No villian, however cold, lacks a core of boiling rage! / [[He holds up a book which reads in part: "The abominable snowman's firey heart is used to heat the homes of the mountain dwelling" &c.]] / [[Noel has a teakettle on her head, steaming.]] / Henchdude: Oh, hey, oh boss! My tea can be made now, yay! / Noel Mauvais: Sigh...
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Butterfly's Dream Rabish: What happens if you don't try very hard, or not hard enough? / [[Rabid pushes an elevator call button.]] / Rabid: To do this? It requires effort? / Rabid: Oh... oh hey... this button... is not... hey! ARRGH! HEY!! / Rabish: At least the elevator has arrived regardless. / Rabid: I guess... / [[The pair climb a staircase]] / Rabish: Oh... it's... / Rabid: And it's all "up", too... / [[They arrive at a label "-1th"]] / Rabish: Oh! We made it to the basement after all! / Rabid: I guess the button worked after all! / [[They float off into a void.]] / Rabish: Wait, no, we're in a formless void. / Rabid: Oh hells. / Rabid: The button -- you were right! I hadn't allowed myself the freedom to press the button freely & openmindedly... to press it well. / <> / Space Frog: To press a button so poorly is not indolence, nor is it incompetence. It is a denial of the true self.
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The cafe in question Rabid: That'll teach you bastards my ice cream son of a bitching only wanted a little ruiners of all ARRRRGH!!! / Space Frog: HEY "LITTLE BUDDY" IT SURE SOUNDS AS THOUGH THERE IS SOMETHING UP THAT HAS GOT YOU DOWN... IF YOU TALK ABOUT IT, YOU MIGHT FEEL BETTER, "LITTLE BUDDY" / Rabid: I went to a very fancy cafe to get a dessert to cool my palate -- this intolerable heat! -- and the order was seriously botched, so now I'm all empty-gulleted. / Space Frog: So you're saying it is a really fun thing and helpful also to meander about, cussing violent oaths against those people who I don't doubt were only trying to do the best they could for you? Do you do this a lot? Are you normally so intolerable and dangerbrained? / Rabid: Oh... uh... / Rabid: It must be this heat, it's crawled into my rationale and melted my resolve. Oh! I feel so awful now! Those poor folk! / Space Frog: And now you feel SORRY for them? You are a slave to whim. They don't care if you hate, pity, or ignore them! It's just a job! Your heart is too soft; it stinks like a cheese! Grow up and be responsible! Come on "LITTLE BUDDY". / Rabid: I should go home. I have a lot to think about. Thanks, I think, Space Frog. I... owe you. / Dr Quickly: BUT AS IT TURNS OUT...! / [[Space frog addresses the waitstaff of The Cafe In Question]] / Space Frog: You did well, you employees of mine, to ethically derange the small red monster. YOUR REWARD IS TO NOT BECOME EATEN.
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Classic Transmitter: From Out Of The Past... {{title-text: Main Comic}} / [[A long-headed fellow has some cards he thinks are useless.]] / [[A masked man comes by, and is menaced by a magnet.]] / [[The long-headed fellow tackles the masked man.]] / [[The mask comes off -- it was his entire head!]] / [[The long-headed fellow is happy now. The mask is on a dog, and the dog poops.]] / {{title-text: On the Side}} / [[Devil and Boy talk.]] / [[Devil explains something.]] / [[Devil explains more.]] / [[Boy replies. Devil is surprised.]] / [[Devil hugs Boy, who doesn't like it.]] / {{title-text: The Pickle}} / [[Rabid explains something to Rabish.]] / [[Rabid laughs about the pickle.]] / [[The pickle glows.]] / [[Rabish is non-plussed.]] / {{title-text: A Sniz Whistle}} / [[Devil finds Boy playing a Sniz Whistle.]] / [[Devil tries to sing along.]] / [[Devil uses a sniz absorber.]] / [[Devil now has the whistle, and tries to play it.]] / [[The whistle is a trap!]] / [[Devil explodes, and Boy runs screaming.]]
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Paging Doctor Walter Freeman Rabid: I really want a... hot dog! Do you sell hot dogs? / <> / Clerk: YOU! EATER OF THINGS! YOU I DENY!! I YOU DENY!! / Clerk: I'VE GOT IMPLEMENTS WITH "WITCH" I'LL FIX FOR GOOD YER WAGOON!! A SHIVVY SCREWDRIVER, IS LIKE! YEW PISSY HANDBASKET! I'LL CONCEIVE OF GRISLIED DEMISIONS! / Rabid: What is the source and dimension of this hate I feel sprung upon me? I harbour no ill-will, no-how! / Clerk: SHUT UP! NO-ONE CARES FOR THE AIRS YOU PUT ON! / Rabid: Sheesh, take a CHILL PILL! / Clerk: Heck NO! It -- it's probably FILLED with RAISINS and EARWIGS! / Dr Quickly: ! / Dr Quickly: WHO are you and what do you WANT? / Clerk: I... I don't know! But I suspect you are ALSO a party responsible for our torment! MY torment! / Dr Quickly: There, there. I'm a doctor. Hold still so I can have a look. / Clerk: Ahh! Ghhhach! / Dr Quickly: THERE! A thorn in your brain! I'll pluck it out forthwith! / [[Blood spurts from the clerk's head.]] / Clerk: I AM AT PEACE WITH THE WORLD AGAIN! / Clerk: THANK-YOU FOR YOUR KIND SERVICE
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Fur Parade Rabid: Look how fancy I am! / Rabish: Eugh! Ick! What did you do?! / Rabid: Why I had my head and mittenpaws docked! / Rabid: And a FUR TRIM! / Rabish: It... it's HIDEOUS!! / Rabid: But... but the people at the beauty parlour said it would -- and DID -- make me GORGEOUS!! / Rabish: It REALLY REALLY DIDN'T. I can hardly look at you. / Rabid: Well, I kept all the trimmings and stuff in a baggy... / Rabish: Good, let's glue you back together. / Dr Quickly: Uh... is... are you okay? You look... weird. / Rabid: Oh, I'm fine... now! / [[Rabid's glued hand falls off.]] / Rabid: Oooops...
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Seasonal Pastimes: Winter Rabid: It is a cold and desolate winter! / Rabish: Yeah -- that is an observable fact. How can we pass the time? / Rabid: With a seasonally appropriate game! / Rabid: As a first example, we could play the game "Hibernate", where we nuzzle, warm and waiting it out in torpid trance until weather changes awaken us with spring flowers and such stuff... / Rabish: Yeah! That one! / Dr Quickly: Why, I haven't seen Rabid or Rabish since... since this ice age started six or so thousand years ago! I bet they've done something anachronistic like "gone hibernatin'". / Dr Quickly: Finally, after years of searchin', I have finded them ENTOMBED IN THE ICE! I'll be tha-WING them out forthwith. / Rabid: YAWN! Is it spring yet? Where are the lovely spring FLOWERS? / Rabish: Yeah, if there aren't any flowers we have to go back to sleep or we forfeit the game!! / Dr Quickly: Uhhh... oh LOOK! I am a BEAUTIFUL SPRING FLOWER! Gaze fondly at my gaily coloured genitalia! / Rabid: Oh wow, spring is gross to wake up to. / Rabish: Yeah, let's not play this game any more. / [[The Doctor begins to strip.]] / Dr Quickly: LA LA LA! / Dr Quickly: LA LA LA WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SPRING!
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Seasonal Pastimes: Summer Rabid: It is an endlessly hot summer! / Rabish: Yeah -- that is an observable fact. How can we pass the time? / Rabid: With a seasonally appropriate game! / Rabid: As a first example, we could play the game "Water Balloon Fight", where we threaten & ultimately attack each other with thin skins of water. Invigoratin' and excitin' and refreshin' all in one! / Rabish: That sounds lovely! I have some suitable balloons at home! / Rabid: The taps are all dry! / Rabish: Oh -- the chronic liquid shortage... maybe if we use our sweat and spit! / Rabid: That should work! / Rabid: There... I... filled a... balloon... wow it's hot... so... thirsty... / Rabish: I don't... have the strength... to attack you... / Dr Quickly: Maybe you two should try playing a different game, something cooler... how about SPACE TRAVEL?! / Rabid: Hey even just this climate-controlled space ferry is a change for the better! / Rabish: So, Doc, how do you play this? How do you win? What's the goal? / Dr Quickly: Why -- the goal is to SURVIVE!! BLAST OFF!! / <> / <> / [[The rocket flies into the huge, hot sun.]] / <> / Rabid and Rabish: AAAUGH!
http://nameremoved.com/comics/58/
Classic Transmitter: More Recollections {{title-text: Suitcase Frenzy}} / [[Devil has a suitcase and he shows it off.]] / [[Devil opens the suitcase.]] / [[Devil wears the suitcase. Boy laughs.]] / {{title-text: The Cat's Water}} / [[Rabid is happy!]] / [[Dr Quickly is skinny.]] / [[Rabid wants to show Rabish something.]] / [[Rabish sees the cat's water.]] / [[The cat is very very fat.]] / {{title-text: The Finger's Eye}} / [[Devil wants a friend.]] / [[Devil meets the Finger's Eye.]] / [[The Finger's Eye explains something.]] / [[Devil and the Finger's Eye have a gay old time together.]] / [[Boy is jealous.]] / [[The Finger's Eye doesn't care.]] / [[Boy goes home to sulk.]] / {{title-text: Beasts with Shells}} / [[A turtle is complaining.]] / [[The turtle walks around, complaining some more.]] / [[Devil doesn't understand.]] / [[A snail explains the problem to Devil.]] / [[Devil understands!]] / {{title-text: Bun Kid is Delicious}} / [[Bun Kid meets a very large bird.]] / [[The bird eats Bun Kid.]] / {{title-text: Bun Kid Makes A Friend}} / [[Bun Kid meets an orange thing.]] / [[Bun Kid talks to the orange thing.]] / [[The orange thing never responds.]]
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