Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, February 4, 2022.
Sometimes you have to be more than a friend, you have to be a HERO!
Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, February 4, 2022.
Sometimes you have to be more than a friend, you have to be a HERO!
Okay, that’s kind of reasonable. Kind of like learning about the good things Hitler did. Must have been some, other than the Volkswagen.
Sure. Topping the list was shooting himself. Problem is: he did it 12 years too late.
Actual good. Had he died in 1933, he would be remembered as one of Germany’s greatest leaders. A bit barmy, but a good leader. If.
“You won’t crucify me now, I hope.”
“Crucify you? That would be silly!”
“Thank–”
“We’re going to snap your neck in a mouse trap.”
“There’s no way I’m going near that!”
“We’ll put cheese in it first.”
“Well, all right, then…”
“We’ll call you Cheeses Christ!”
excuse me, my jaw just fell on the floor and rolled under the table here.
I just camembert these puns.
it wouldn’t surprise anyone i suppose if the beautiful dog-people have just signed their own death warrant by declaring genocide on the snappy-dressing mice-people.
I love the third panel where the robot mice think they’re being sneaky but the Stribs totally see them. I WFH and I will see the mice running across my kitchen floor. (Winter in Iowa always causes unwanted roommates) Sometimes I find myself yelling, “I CAN SEE YOU! AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE STEALTHY?!?” Side note: the dogs who are supposed to be great mouse hunters are no help.
Clearly you need to adopt a coyote.
I think that it requires training from mom. If she is no good at it, neither will they be. At least that is the rule with cats.
Maybe you got lesser mice?
There are rat fur lures for trying dogs that hunt/track in tunnels. Buy one then play fetch with your dogs, or tug. (They may be sprayed with scent.)
It might just awaken the hunter-defender in them. Even my Poms are interested!
I knew it. Religious acts and personalities are impossible to keep away when one created species meets another. All acts are only sensible through the prism of Divine Purpose and the Creator’s Will… no matter who denies it. Including the being now saddled with a religious role.
Leb now has no choice but to don the mantle of ‘Savior’ and deliver the Strib-ship robot mice from their fate. This is an apocalyptic role, with no escape: He (pronoun of convenience, since all robot mice were apparently created genderless) must either succeed or perish with everyone else. That sets up a really interesting zero-sum game: Either Leb frees the Strib-ship mice from Ruddock or he goes down Ruddock’s gullet. There may be a way to preserve both of them, but not in the same space. I don’t know if Leb is capable of thinking that large, or that far ahead. But if he’s lucky, the Strib-ship mice will have lots of ideas he can use to check out what’s possible.
Just had a vision of Leb talking with a burning bush that is actually a couple dozen Strib-ship robot mice on fire. Yup, time to take a break and visit Doctor Jim Beam for the rest of the evening. I’ve had enough for today. Ohh-hh-hh, Doctor!!
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