Your pretty young wife
I’ve never lost a roll of Polos inside a robot car (car robot?) but I did once lose the parking ticket I needed to exit the multi-storey inside the workings of my car when opening the between-seat cabinet. Down it went, into the guts. It emerged unharmed about a month later. We can talk about the month I lived in a parking structure “another time”.
I love it
The robot’s hands are deadly weapons. Fortunately they come with a warning.
This may be the first time I’ve heard a cyber-changer of any type use the word “prick.”
John prides himself on advancing the language and themes of the webcomic. If more must be dreamed, more must be imagined!
As George Carlin once said, “You can prick your finger, but don’t finger your prick!”
At least it didn’t say “if you prick me, do I not bleed?”.
Like some vast, predatory, prick!”
Polos must be really good candy to make a fight like that worth your risk. I might do it for a Really Large Toblerone.
Imagine the lengths to which the Rev would go for a Kendal Mint Cake.
I’m really torn about what accent the robot car has. Cockney? Scouse? It doesn’t seem Cornish, anyway.
Welsh, Kevin. He’s Welsh.
He’s a Hyun Dai!
shades of Get Carter
Get Car
The Rev and Billie?
Paging William Blake. Paging Mr. William Blake. Please go to a White Courtesy Marriage of Heaven and Hell reading
The end to foolishness might well be a generic cyber unchange. Assuming that the current location is accessible (or rather leavable) by Hyundai.
Count yourself lucky that the robot was able to exude the Polos through its top-front orifice, David.
But what about the GLOVES?
Maybe Billie nicked ‘em right before the transformation.
The rev needs to get something he wants out of this scrap. Not everything. The GCC made it clear that it considers the power balance such that the rev does not get to choose anything but surrender, but offered a detail of face-saving. The rev chose the polos, so the polos it is.
Not that the robot would have any use of the gloves. It might still concoct some Marshall plan to hand them over, but then as a separate token of benefaction.
Dean needs to get in here and claim credit for (essentially) calling it in the Wednesday comments
Every one of the Rev’s expressions here is great, but I especially love that forlorn look in the first panel. Also our robot has surprising emotional range
I like that the automabot is, indeed, A Reasonable Bloke. I suppose it helps not having anxiety juice pumped into one’s systems in situations like these.
Keeping a level robot head is not hard once you realise that hydraulic fluid is incompressible.
My favorite is the downcast resignation in panel 6 as he negotiates the terms of his surrender.
The UCC seems to share Lottie’s conviction that someone at that rectory has got to be married.
I like this robot. They are funny and call Billie Penrose’s wife. Nice!
The dexterity of the sandwich cutting hand is only matched by the internal gut controls.
This is a joy! I did not realise I needed a giant robot car robot man to say the word “bloke”!
I feel like the Reverend should probably examine his relationships with both Maggie and Billie after this story but I doubt he will do that as long as there’s demon’s that need exorcising.
I guess fighting demons is basically his way of fighting his demons.
My own preference here is exercism [sic].
Don’t forget Shelly.
He gets his exercise by exorcising.
I once paid for parking, got given the little ticket you have to display, tossed it onto the dashboard, from where it managed to hovercraft slide all the way to the windscreen and found a tiny gap between the cab and the engine bay into which it fell, never to be seen again.
My amazementv was only slightly dampened by having to pay for parking again.
I did this the other week. And then everything I used to try to get the original ticket out (another ticket, flyer, piece of plastic, short metal shim) also got stuck down there. I eventually managed to get everything out with a wire coathanger.
Or at least that’s what you told the local constabulary.
Before finishing your paragraph, I was worried it would end with the destruction of your vehicle.
I’ve seen that episode of Mister Bean>/i>
Also that episode where Mr. Bean fails repeatedly to close an HTML tag, with center-justified, blinking results
Did anything extra come out? Like maybe a dishevelled man in a suit and tie answering to the name “Eccles”?
Always keep a coathanger in your car. It’s just common sense.
That way you can open the door from the inside if you lock yourself in
At least you didn’t park in an establishment of the kind where you need another car to get another ticket.
The willingness to deescalate a conflict when appropriate is an underappreciated virtue. I guess there’s actually been a few works of fiction that have handled it recently, sometimes deftly sometimes not. This is one of the deft ones. Or at least not one of the “not” ones.
This Car Robot needs a name so we can talk about him better. I suggest Hornivator or maybe Kevin.
Also if his left hand has Danger engraved on it what does his right hand say?
“Mouse”?
I am now convinced this episode will contain the line: “That’s going to need a respray”.
“Hush, Penfold!”
His name is revealed on Monday.
Revealed on Monday is rather cumbersome to say. Can we call him ROM for short?
I think that one’s been taken.
Aww. Calling him “unbranded cyber changer” was starting to grow on me.
Oh God, please, not “daffodil”.
I’d retire before letting that happen
If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t get you
Then the left one will
I’ll bet this guy could load 16 tons, easily. No wonder he’s so depressed- imagine how many days older and deeper in dept he must be.
“Debt”, obviously. Ugh.
At least he’s not muscle and blood and skin and bones. I think that can be said without fear of contradiction.
St. Peter ain’t called him.
I was the sort of kid who wanted a giant robot friend. I am the sort of grown woman who wants a giant robot friend. He seems a kind and friendly bloke. In summation: *squee*
Recently a Local Man damaged the security arm of a parking garage he was escaping because of a similar circumstance. He made the news because said garage was making him pay the damage. He was Feigning Outrage so hard.
Ooh, Evil Daffodil Haters is next!!
It’s a nice touch how he’s got that Generation 2-style speech bubble with little coloured squares on the side.
I was also about to express my appreciation. G2 didn’t have much going for it, but I was always fond of those little squares.
Different strokes for different folks I guess, I quite enjoyed G2
Negotiating Secrets of the Generic Cyber Changers, chapter 23: “Let them think they’ve won something.” (Coming this fall from TopatoCo Business Books)
I know this is intended as a joke, But I would buy this book immediately.
Now the Major Issue of Polos has been resolved, will anyone address the side question of matrimonial status :}
The Reverend could do worse than Billie, but somehow I think he’s destined for Maggie.
…or strangely, Tom.
What about Shelley?
There’s destiny, and then there’s fatal attraction.
Or, there’s fateful attraction, and then there’s fatal attraction.
Menage a trois?