Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, January 17, 2022.
Huh. This was properly scheduled, but didn’t post. Apologies. Here it is!
A drop in the bucket? A buck in the droplet? A mouse in the Ruddock?
Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, January 17, 2022.
Huh. This was properly scheduled, but didn’t post. Apologies. Here it is!
Every time Ruddock has the bugged-out eyes and cocks his head to the side. . .
I guess sentience only matters if they’re close to your size, for coyotes at least
In the Kevin and Kell world, EVERY living being is sentient. Doesn’t stop predation.
Coyote gotta eat.
I always figured if you end up in the stew pot, you deserved it. Mind, I take my advice on food consumption from cephalopods. They’ve no issue eating anything, even siblings.
“A mouse in the Ruddock is worth two in the pocket.”
Isn’t that how the old saying goes? I’m pretty sure it does.
3-2-2-1-1-2
Rats of Nimh eat your heart out. before Ruddock does.
“Sorry. I *am* a coyote.”
Most of us have to discover our own purpose in life. The mice had theirs assigned before creation, and they fulfill it by filling Ruddock. Honestly, that last little guy should have put up more of challenge in the chase to really fill his purpose.
In it’s defense (because we can’t tell the gender) it was a bit distracted. Mostly because I just find color coordinated hats annoying. 🙂 It should contrast with everything else, the band may coordinate, but not the hat.
It’s lucky Ruddock didn’t ask the synth to make water.
“Ensign, why are the floors sodden?”
“Ensign, why are the floors sodden?”
Or why is the floor Satinet and worshipping you as its creator?
I’m glad to see that Ruddock has reconciled his conscience on the matter sapient mice.
Mousitos: Crunch all you want. We’ll make more.
With a POK POK here and a POK POK there …
Well, that works two ways. We know of at least one sophont who eats coyotes. I’m sure there are others…
We know of at least one sophont who *ate* coyotes and seemingly decided not to do it again.
They speak and he eats. I’m guessing it’s the mouse-fits. If they all wore cute little clothes and chapeaus, would Ruddock still eat them?
No. Have you ever tasted a shirt? Gross.
Eat and be eaten. The rule of the Galaxy, it would seem. Even if Ruddock had no prior knowledge of the culture, he understands it implicitly.
This could complicate what will need to be done with the Stribs, if and when they’re cornered and collared. If Ruddock finds them toothsome, which is to say, edible, is this enough to establish an off-world coyote colony or three to handle their disposal? They’re by no means as hapless as the Furryites, got to say.
Ruddock somehow manages to be the most adorable and murderous coyote of all times at the same time.
Are synth made mice fertile? If so they would soon need the devourer god Ruddock to keep them from overrunning the world. Ruddock is a relatively young coyote. He could easily be a presence for 50 generations of sapient mice.
They are explicitly called “robot” mice. that implies no breeding. Thankfully.
The mice specifically said “We are not able to procreate” here.
Hmm, more auto-scheduling issues? It’s wednesday and a new one hasn’t popped up yet.
Huh. Apparently yes. Thanks for the heads up. Manually posted it. And I’ll keep an eye on it on Friday. :-/
Log4j backwash, I’ll bet.