I’ve created brilliant plans designed to be operated by idiots. You would not believe the effort they make to find some way to bollix the whole works and end up worse than they began. Given the essential helplessness of the Laufians, combined with their nasty habit of screwing with other people’s emotions to believe in their pathetic little disguises, I try to think of all the ways this bag of snakes can goof things up and my mind reels with endless scenes of horrific incompetence and impertinent ego-trips. There is no end to the mischief they can do to themselves and to would-be benefactors.
Come to think of it, this talent for self-aggrandizing incompetence may be the reason no one’s put forth the effort to off the slinten pods once and for all. It’s too much work and they’re too inept even to die when they’re supposed to. Nasty survival trait, that. I expect to see it demonstrated here presently.
Coyoty
They’re a race of Inspector Clouseaus and Max Smarts and Blackadders and Chauncey Gardners and Noggs.
Seamus MacLeod
I must be old and weird; I got all of those! Add in Enos, Col. Parminter and Sgt. Schultz for good measure.
reynard61
And don’t forget Barney Fife and Major Frank Burns.
Okay, so it’s not Choan. But she’s helping!
Gah, shouldn’t have second-guessed myself. I thought it didn’t make sense.
This sounds like one of Baldrick’s cunning plans.
Is Anesu making a big cloak and dagger out of this because it’s actually necessary or just because it’s fun?
Yes. I think the answer is yes.
Don’t look a gift jetpack in the nozzle, pod-buddy.
Bikkie has friends. BLOOD!
https://boingboing.net/2019/03/11/watch-paraglider-lands-and-is.html
Ha!
I’ve created brilliant plans designed to be operated by idiots. You would not believe the effort they make to find some way to bollix the whole works and end up worse than they began. Given the essential helplessness of the Laufians, combined with their nasty habit of screwing with other people’s emotions to believe in their pathetic little disguises, I try to think of all the ways this bag of snakes can goof things up and my mind reels with endless scenes of horrific incompetence and impertinent ego-trips. There is no end to the mischief they can do to themselves and to would-be benefactors.
Come to think of it, this talent for self-aggrandizing incompetence may be the reason no one’s put forth the effort to off the slinten pods once and for all. It’s too much work and they’re too inept even to die when they’re supposed to. Nasty survival trait, that. I expect to see it demonstrated here presently.
They’re a race of Inspector Clouseaus and Max Smarts and Blackadders and Chauncey Gardners and Noggs.
I must be old and weird; I got all of those! Add in Enos, Col. Parminter and Sgt. Schultz for good measure.
And don’t forget Barney Fife and Major Frank Burns.