One can always use a spare room for extra jam.
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Heakie glared at Purrloin, who was hanging upside-down by her paws in manacles, and said, “what about your furry friend?” Picknar said, “The cat appears to be non-sentient.” Heakie continues to glare at Purrloin who looks rather daft and meowed. Heakie said, “Hrm. Yeah, I’d believe that.” Heakie then turned back to Thoos and said, “Well, Audri, you’re going to regret what you’ve done.” Thoos said, “My real name is Thoos. And if you mean coming here, I already do.” Heakie said, “We’ve ordered some tracer-bots, but they won’t be here until tomorrow. So, for now, Spizz will throw you in the sandwich cell.” Upset, Thoos said, “You… you called it that when I was a child, but you always said it was simply an extra cellar for jam, and never that it was an actual prison!” Heakie yelled right back, “You monster. You tortured that fact out of Thoos too.” Porpa added, “Besides, it wasn’t a lie. It’s also an extra cellar for jam.”
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Jam session anyone?
They really like jamming. Jamming people into the Sandwich Cell.
They are really pumped to do it.
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“At least we won’t starve.”
“I might! I’m not eating anything with a name like ‘pukeberry’ on the label!”
“That’s Puceberry Jam! And with a name like Puceberry, it’s got to be good!”
“Pusberry? Yuck!”
These guys are REALLY clueless.
More like fixated. Can you imagine how it’s even possible to torture memories like this out of someone? You can get somebody really drunk I suppose until they’re morosely telling you about how Uncle Fred stepped on their pet turtle.
Nah. You rip out their brain and map all the connections and then imprint it onto somebody else. Not so much torture as disassembly and cataloging.
It might easily be quite painful though, so that might count as torture… But the pain probably wouldn’t be an intrinsic part of the data-extraction process, so it’s not so much torture as just an unfortunate side-effect.
The cat is sapient. Its just smarter than the others and doesn’t want to be interrogated.
What’s a tracer-bot?
I’m glad someone finally wiped the blood off her face!
Hahaha! Well, nobody did, I just forgot to draw it in (fixed!). But it’s been bugging me as well, I didn’t think to wipe it off before Thoos’s hands were strung up, and then they couldn’t wipe it off. :-/ So, on Wednesday’s strip I can finally wipe it off. Yay!
For such inept torturers as Heakie and Porpa, they have an exaggerated belief in the efficacy of interrogation under torture. I sense a kind of ‘torture envy’ in them, a wish that a few belly-pokes from an emotionally conflicted underling will produce the torrent of suspicion-confirming intelligence (sic) they feel they deserve. I guess they have to find some way to feed their rather slapdash hostility.
I have to wonder if, when the tracer-bots also fail to produce the desired imagined narrative, Spiff will be called upon to punch them in the belly, too. Good luck with that. I’d wear a boxing glove for THAT match.
Oh, and by the way… nice job keeping your cover, Purrloin.
Meow?
Good, good, that’s good!
These guys are dense enough to make tungsten look like aluminum.
About as sharp as a bowling ball.
Isn’t that one of Foghorn’s lines?
sapient*
cats are sentient. SENtient = possessing SENses.
huge pet peeve for me that people keep confusing these.
I’m pretty sure the cat is actually the most intelligent member of the crew, and is only playing dumb to avoid scrutiny.
Yep, Foghorn. “that boys about as sharp as a bowlng ball” It certainly applies to Thoos’ parents. 🙂