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- Zoë
- Uh! My head! What happened?
- Torg
- You passed out at the party. I carried you home. You got pretty sick...
- Zoë
- Oh, I feel miserable... Wait! I remember something.
- Zoë
- There was this studly guy there, I remember kissing him, but nothing else happened, right?
- Torg
- Tell me again how studly he was.
- Zoë
- Oh god!
- Zoë
- Oh ick!
- Torg
- All right, so you got drunk and kissed me. It's not like the end of the world. Nothing happened! We're still friends! By the way, thanks for the "Oh ick". That was a real boost to my self-esteem.
- Zoë
- You're right, Torg. I'm sorry. This can be our secret, right?
- Bun-Bun
- Wait until she sees the polaroids!
- Riff
- Shhhh!
- Sam
- Torg kissed Zoë, right in front of me! In my house! Torg will have to be dealt with.
- Kiki
- Noooo Sam! Don't plan Torg's death! I can't bear to think of you as evil! Stay good Sam! Stay good!
- Sam
- I'm not gonna kill him, Kiki! I'm going to set him up on a blind date...
- Kiki
- Yes! A date! Torg will be happy, you will be free to chase after Zoë, everyone wins! And you stay good!
- Sam
- ...A date with someone I met on the internet!
- Kiki
- Noooo Sam! Don't plan Torg's death! Stay good, Sam!
- Torg
- Hey, guess what? I got a date! Sam fixed me up with a friend he met on the internet. Her name is Megababe549, and she is a smart, funny voluptuous...
- Riff
- A blind date with someone from the internet?
- Torg
- What, you think she's going to turn out to be a homicidal maniac?
- Riff
- I'm still working on the "she" part.
- Zoë
- Hey guys! What's the game plan for tonight?
- Riff
- I got a date with Gwynn!
- Zoë
- My friend from work?
- Riff
- Yeah, we were talking a bit at the party. We're going out for food and a movie.
- Torg
- And I got a blind date with a blonde bombshell!
- Zoë
- Errr... Aah... ... I got a date too!
- Torg
- Really? With who?
- Zoë
- Coors....corrrr.... Corey! A new guy at work!
- Zoë
- I checked. There is no "Corey" working there. Um... He works under the table.
- Zoë
- Hey, I want to meet Corey! Want to double-date? He's...shy.
- Zoë
- You got a picture of him? They were stolen!
- Zoë
- Why did I just lie? Now I have to keep up this charade! I'm stuck in Jan-Brady-sitcom-hell!
- Riff
- Well, have fun, Zoë! I gotta pick up Gwynn!
- Torg
- I gotta get ready!
- Zoë
- It's good thing nobody gives a crap, or that could have been humiliating.
- Bun-Bun
- Hey Zoë, I got a date too. Her name is "A1 Steak Sauce!"
- Zoë
- Oh, go to hell!
- Torg
- Waiter, my blind-date hasn't arrived yet. Let me know when she does. She is a beautiful tall blonde.
- Megababe549
- Hi Torg! I'm your date!
- Sparky
- For tonight's wine, might I suggest a bottle of whiskey and a small handgun?
- Torg
- Sounds fine.
- Torg
- So, "Megababe549," I must say you are different than I had expected. Different than you described yourself on the internet.
- Megababe549
- I know. I lied a bit, but everyone does. I hope you are not disappointed!
- Megababe549
- How could you tell I wasn't really a masseuse?
- Torg
- The hook-for-a-hand was my first clue.
- Torg
- This is either an escaped convict in a wig, Sammy Hagar in a dress, or the ugliest woman I've ever seen. There's only one way to find out.
- Torg
- That dress makes you look fat.
- Megababe549
- Boohoohoohoo
- Torg
- Okay, I've narrowed it down to either Sammy Hagar in a dress or the ugliest woman I've ever seen.
- Torg
- This is the last blind date I go on. Well, what are you going to do Torg? Make a run for it? Might as well stay through dinner. It can't get any worse.
- Megababe549
- This wine is going straight to my head! Hee hee! My inhibitions are disappearing, cutie!
- Torg
- On you mark..., get set...,
- Megababe549
- You were in the bathroom for so long, I thought you were trying to sneak out on our date, cutie!
- Torg
- Don't be silly! Besides, the bathroom doesn't have any windows...
- Torg
- ...Or employee entrances, or air-ducts, or crawl-spaces. No forms of escape whatsoever.
- Torg
- Beep beep!
- Torg
- Oh, that's my beeper! Sorry, I have to cut this date short! The President needs me at the United Nations!
- Megababe549
- That's not a beeper, that's a hard-roll, and you're making those beeping noises!
- Torg
- I don't know what you're talking about!
- Torg
- Beep beep!
- Torg
- My god! It's the hospital! I'm needed in surgery!
- Megababe549
- You try to stick me with the check and you'll wind up in surgery, cutie!
- Gwynn
- Riff is so confident and quiet! What is he thinking about? Is he studying me? I wonder what deep thoughts are brewing behind those shades!
- Riff
- Buhd-wei-zer Buhd-wei-zer
- Torg
- Well, "Megababe549", I've had a great time, but I must be off. I'll call you.
- Megababe549
- I didn't give you my number.
- Torg
- I'll look it up.
- Megababe549
- I'm unlisted!
- Torg
- I'll wing it.
- Megababe549
- You're not going to call are you?
- Torg
- I have no response for that question.
- Megababe549
- That's just like a man! You take what you want, and leave!
- Torg
- I took you out, I paid the bill, I listened to you all night. What the hell did I take from you?
- Megababe549
- You're right, Torg. You deserve a goodnight kiss!
- Torg
- Eep!
- Torg
- Y'know, I never thought I would be so thrilled to be devoured by a hideous alien!
- Aylee
- I can't do it! I can't eat you.
- Torg
- The dandruff shampoo again?
- Aylee
- That too.
- Aylee
- Bleck!
- Aylee
- You have to help me Torg! I can't survive in this dimension!
- Torg
- You seem to be doing ok.
- Aylee
- Sure I can eat people, but let's face it, I've got no marketable skills!
- Torg
- You want a job?
- Aylee
- And a driver's license. Without photo ID you can't do jack around here!
- Torg
- So, how'd the date go with Gwynn?
- Riff
- Not sure. I woke up and she was gone.
- Torg
- All right! Way to go man!
- Riff
- No, I fell asleep in the restaurant.
- Riff
- How did your blind date go?
- Torg
- She got eaten by the alien.
- Riff
- All right! Way to go man!
- Riff
- ...Oh, you meant that literally.
- Torg
- How the hell did you think I meant it?
- Riff
- Not sure, didn't really think about it too much, but it sounded dirty!!
- Riff
- So, the alien we accidentally released into our dimension while returning from an alternate future via my dimensional flux agitator has returned in search of employment to find some significance to its existence in modern America, so you hired it to be (gasp, inhale) your secretary?
- Torg
- Nice recap! Almost all in one breath.
- Riff
- Can I try that again?
- Torg
- Go for it!
- Riff
- (Gasp) So, the alien we accidentally released into our dimension....
- Aylee
- Um, Torg, sorry to disturb you, but there is a Mr. Riff here to see you.
- Torg
- Show him in, Aylee.
- Riff
- How's "Aylee" working out? I brought a laser-cannon, just in case.
- Torg
- So far so good. She's pleasant on the phones and types 75 words a minute...
- Torg
- But she goes through equipment like a tornado in a trailer park.
- Aylee
- Um, Torg? It happened again.
- Gwynn
- Zoë, I need your advice. I am sick of being blind as a bat on dates. They just came out with contact lenses for people with my prescription, but I'm not sure I like how they look!
- Zoë
- Give it a shot. They have to look better than those bottle-cap lenses.
- Gwynn
- I'll try them on new!
- Zoë
- You look cute, in a Speed Racer kinda way.
- Gwynn
- They're giving me a headache.
- Riff
- I gotta be honest, Zoë, I don't like the idea of Torg keeping that alien as a secretary. It doesn't belong in this world.
- Zoë
- Yeah, I get that idea.
- Zoë
- Are you really going to kill the alien with that laser cannon?
- Riff
- What this?
- Riff
- Naw, my mom said she might stop by.
- Torg
- Aylee, any word from Mr. Mindo? He's supposed to drop off a payment today.
- Aylee
- Ho sir, haven't heard from him.
- Torg
- Them why are there bits and pieces of him on the kitchen floor?
- Aylee
- eep.
- Torg
- You ate another client!
- Aylee
- I'm sorry!
- Torg
- Do I spray you with the water bottle or rub your nose in it?
- Aylee
- It'll never happen again!
- Bun-Bun
- Listen up, Aylee! My name is Bun-Bun and I run this place. I hear you'll be staying with us for a while, so you best learn the two thousand and one house rules.
- Bun-Bun
- It's pretty simple. All the rules stem from one basic principle. Bun-Bun is god here. So don't bug me unless there is something in it for me. You got that, zucchini-face?
- Aylee
- Lunch!
- Bun-Bun
- No thanks, I just ate. Good move offering, though. I think you are going to work out just fine.
- Torg
- You ate Bun-Bun!
- Torg
- You ate Bun-Bun!
- Aylee
- I'm sorry! You never said anything about...
- Torg
- You ate Bun-Bun!
- Aylee
- Wait... Was it good or bad?
- Torg
- El muncho rabbito!
- Aylee
- I'm getting mixed signals here!
- Torg
- I can't believe you ate Bun-Bun! My pet bunny is gone! This has seriously jeopardized your job here! I ...
- Aylee
- Gak! Uggggh...
- Aylee
- Ahhhhh!
- Torg
- Well isn't that ironic?
- Bun-Bun
- You are so dead, zucchini-face.
- Aylee
- Medic!
- Torg
- All right you guys. Chill out! Back off!
- Torg
- I don't think I'm strong enough to hold this alien back!
- Torg
- Of course, the alien wasn't my main concern...
- Torg
- Mrs. Conner? I'm going to be a little late with the HTML presentation...
- Torg
- Technical problems. My computer had a fatal crash.
- Torg
- Don't worry, the important files were backed up on a tape drive that just flew over my head...
- Torg
- Hey, do you think you could delay that international meeting a month or so?
- Riff
- Torg! Torg!
- Torg
- What?
- Riff
- Sorry man! We heard all the commotion down here and thought the alien had bugged out! I thought you were toast, buddy!
- Torg
- Well, Aylee and Bun-Bun are having a spat.
- Riff
- 5 bucks on the alien.
- Torg
- I'll take some of that action!
- Zoë
- You guys are so immature.
- Zoë
- And I got 10 on BUn-Bun.
- Zoë
- Mom! I can't talk right now! ...No mom, I have not been corrupted by the "big city!" ...No, mom, I am not on drugs.
- Zoë
- All right, I'll tell you! I'm trapped in a room where an alien and a rabbit with high explosives are trying to kill each other!
- Zoë
- No rehab mom!
- Zoë
- I am not on drugs!!!
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- 6:00 pm
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- 7:00 pm
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- 8:00 pm
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- 9:00 pm
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- 10:00 pm
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- 11:00 pm
- Bun-Bun
- Sorry for cutting off your arm.
- Aylee
- S'no problem. I'll regenerate a new one overnight.
- Bun-Bun
- That's cool. Torg always cries when I cut bits and pieces out of him.
- Aylee
- What a wuss.
- Riff
- Wow, Aylee and Bun-Bun sure trashed your place. Sorry man.
- Torg
- It's ok. New equipment and furniture are on the way.
- Riff
- The insurance company will cover this? How'd you manage that?
- Torg
- I sent Aylee to talk to my agent.
- Anon
- Process the Torg claim now, dammit, now!!!
- Dr. Lorna
- Bigs news, Lorna-listeners! I have just been named headliner at the Killington Psychotherapy Seminar! And back to out calls. Hello, Jeff.
- Jeff
- Hi, Dr. Lorna. I called to respectfully question your method of "helping" the people who call your show.
- Dr. Lorna
- Have you ever been a headliner at a seminar, Jeff?
- Jeff
- No, but...
- Dr. Lorna
- Then I think I am better qualified to judge your life than you are!
- Jeff
- But...
- Dr. Lorna
- And I judge you to be a wife-beater! Next caller. Hi, Kim!
- Kim
- Hi Dr. Lorna! Can you believe the nerve of that wife-beater criticizing you?
- Dr. Lorna
- Zoë, Gwynn, good news! I'm the headliner for a psychotherapy seminar in Vermont!
- Gwynn
- That's great, Dr. Lorna! Should I set up "The Best of Doctor Lorna" for while you are gone?
- Dr. Lorna
- Nonsense, leave that for the new intern. You two ladies are coming with me! You are both perfect examples of strongly grounded women of the nineties!
- Dr. Lorna
- And if I run out of material, I can psychoanalyze them in front of the audience.
- Dr. Lorna
- Riff, this is your biological mom, Dr. Lorna. I want you to come with me to Vermont. There is a seminar and a big party with my investors afterwards. I want to show you off!
- Riff
- "Biological mom", don't take this the wrong way, but I'd rather have my eyelids ripped off and be forced to watch Manos: The Hands of Fate with my hands tied.
- Dr. Lorna
- First class plane tickets and a ski-weekend at Killington? Bring a friend?
- Riff
- Thanks, mom! I'll be sure to remember this next biological mother's day!
- Zoë
- Check it out! Dr. Lorna is flying me free to Vermont to attend a seminar!
- Riff
- Yeah, me and Torg are going too! My mom wants me to go to some investor-party after her seminar, and said to bring a friend. We're going first class!
- Zoë
- First class? And I have to fly in coach?
- Riff
- Actually, it says you are flying in baggage.
- Torg
- Aylee, hold down the fort. I am heading out to Vermont for a few days.
- Aylee
- Any special instructions while you are gone?
- Torg
- Don't eat any clients.
- Aylee
- Do you mean any other clients, or does that include the one I'm currently digesting?
- Torg
- Not funny, Aylee.
- Zoë
- Kiki! Get out of my shirt! Why the hell do these animals have to come?
- Torg
- They wanted to come. You know how persuasive Bun-Bun can be.
- Zoë
- Then why do i have to keep them with in coach? It's cramped as it is!
- Torg
- Smelly animals, with us, in first class?
- Riff
- Someone might see us!
- Zoë
- Smelly? You ever smell yourself, nerd-boy?
- Bun-Bun
- What the hell is that? Is that supposed to be food?
- Torg
- How was the trip, Kiki?
- Kiki
- It was terrible! I had to spend the trip as a carry-on bag under a seat! It's sooo messy down there!
- Torg
- Where's Zoë?
- Bun-Bun
- I got fed up with the lack of room and stuffed her in an overhead compartment.
- Riff
- No, Bun-Bun, where is she now?
- Anon
- Please find your seats quickly, so we can leave for Seattle on time, and thanks for flying Hopeful Airlines.
- Zoë
- Help! Lemme out!
- Narr
- We interrupt your regularly scheduled comic for this late breaking news!
- Stone Johnson
- Stone Johnson here. We have just received word that news is breaking on the set of Sluggy Freelance. We are not sure what the news is at this time, but we wanted to beat the other networks to it. I'm sure we will have more information any moment.
- Stone Johnson
- Well, while we are waiting, let's speculate wildly. Is Torg forming a cult? Is Riff a lesbian in a man's body? And what happened to that annoying "Sam" character? Foul play?
- Narr
- We continue our coverage of
- Stone Johnson
- We now have the facts. The comic strip star, Bun-Bun the mini-lop is accused of having an affair with an intern, Cinny-Bun, in exchange for a cameo in the comic reporting live is correspondent, Qwirky Waltons. Hello Qwirky.
- Qwirky Waltons
- Hi Stone! This is the scene where the alleged horrid affair too place. Bun-Bun has given no comment, but Torg said the following in a press release only moments ago.
- Torg
- Bun-Bun? An affair? I don't know. I'll go ask him!
- Qwirky Waltons
- Notice how Torg shrewdly deflected the question, Stone!
- Stone Johnson
- Good point Qwirky, is it true that Bun-Bun'spopularity has dropped 50%?
- Qwirky Waltons
- True Stone. Two people used to read Sluggy Freelance. Now only one does. In percentage terms, that is devastating for te comic.
- Stone Johnson
- The scenes you just saw starred Bun-Bun and intern Cinny-Bun. Never before has an intern been allowed to appear in the comic. Why an exception for Cinny-Bun? Why indeed. Let's go live to get answers to these questions.
- Qwirky Waltons
- Bun-Bun, is it true you had an affair with intern Cinny-Bun in exchange for a position in the comic?
- Bun-Bun
- I can honestly say that I am not having sex with Cinny-Bun at this moment while we are having this conversation!
- Qwirky Waltons
- So you are saying you never had an affair with Cinny-Bun?
- Bun-Bun
- I think my answer was quite clear on the issue.
- Qwirky Waltons
- Bun-Bun, did you or did you not have an affair with Cinny-Bun? It is a yes or no question.
- Bun-Bun
- Qwirky, I've wasted enough time with this. I have to go back to doing my comic, the fans are depending on me!
- Qwirky Waltons
- Bun-Bun, is it true that you answer every question in such a way that you always have a loophole to escape through?
- Bun-Bun
- Uhm... No?
- Stone Johnson
- You heard it here, folks. Bun-Bun is clearly denying all allegations of hte affair. Boy, he sure looked hopping-mad, didn't he!
- Stone Johnson
- There has been no news on the affair we are now calling "Bunny-Gate" so we have to fill space. Who is Cinny-Bun? What is she about? Well, we have called and harassed everyone Cinny-Bun has ever known, to see if someone would badmouth her in exchange for airtime. We came up with this fellow student who saw Cinny once across a crowded classroom.
- Anon
- Yeah, well, Cinny was a party girl. I mean, we are rabbits. We do see a lot of action.
- Stone Johnson
- Breaking story! Cinny-Bun is a man-chasing-evil-woman!
- Qwirky Waltons
- She's a slut if I ever saw one, Stone!
- Stone Johnson
- Hello. I'm Stone Johson.
- Qwirky Waltons
- And I'm Qwirky Waltons.
- Qwirky Waltons
- According to a Nifty News 50 poll, 95% of Americans think Cinny-Bun is a loose cannon trying to ruin Bun-Bun for personal gain. This poll has an error factor of only 1%
- Stone Johnson
- Incredible Qwirky!
- Anon 1
- Thanks for participating in our poll. "Do you think that Cinny-Bun is a loose cannon trying to ruin Bun-Bun for personal gain? Or do you think Cinny is larger in seze than godzilla?
- Anon 2
- Well, rabbits are small, right?
- Anon 1
- Check. Next question. "Do you feel morals hoave no place in a comic strip as long as it is funny? Or are you currently shooting blood from your eye-sockets?"
- Stone Johnson
- Welcome to our coverage of Bunnygate, I'm Stone Johnson. Allegations about the powerful comic-mogul, Bun-Bun the mini-lop, and intern Cinny-Bun having an affair in exchange for power has rocked the comic strip world!
- Stone Johnson
- First came Bun-Bun's irrefutable denial!
- Qwirky Waltons
- Bun-Bun! Yes or no! Did you have an affair? Did you?
- Bun-Bun
- You know the answer!
- Qwirky Waltons
- I don't! That's why I'm asking!
- Bun-Bun
- I gotta go pee.
- Stone Johnson
- And then... Well, I guess not much has happened since then. Stay tuned!
- Stone Johnson
- This just in! The cast of Sluggy Freelance has gone to war with Dilbert! We take you live to Qwirky Waltons in the field.
- Qwirky Waltons
- Riff! Is it true you are all trying to obfuscate the affair and scandal by going to war?
- Riff
- Naw, Dilbert just really ticks us off!
- Qwirky Waltons
- Torg! Is this just a ploy to boost Bun-Bun's rating?
- Torg
- Hadn't thought of that. Bonus!
- Anon 1
- Oh my god! They killed Dogbert!
- Anon 2
- You bastards!
- Stone Johnson
- So far the death-toll in Operation Dead-bert now includes Dogbert, Ratbert, Tigerbert, and Chupacbrabert. And Bun-Bun is way up in the polls, totally validating this war, right Qwirky?
- Qwirky Waltons
- Stone! The battle is over! Bun-Bun has defeated Dilbert!
- Qwirky Waltons
- Are you seeing this, Stone?
- Qwirky Waltons
- Torg, your comic is victorious. Any words?
- Torg
- Yes, well, Qwirky...
- Qwirky Waltons
- Oh damn! I gotta run! Just heard a rumor that the Spice Girls are breaking up!
- Narr
- This concludes our coverage of this ol' crisis. We now return you to your regularly scheduled comic, and check you local news stations for:
- Anon
- Bla bla bla, yada yada yada!
- Zoë
- 'Scuse me.
- Zoë
- Coming through!
- Zoë
- Remind me to thank Bun-Bun for locking me in the overhead compartment. I was almost stuck on a flight to Seattle...
- Torg
- Shhhh!
- Riff
- Shhhh! The seminar is starting!
- Zoë
- Fine, then I won't tell you that our return tickets are still on the flight to Seattle.
- Anon
- The Killington psychotherapy seminar proudly welcomes... Dr. Lorna!
- Dr. Lorna
- Thank you, one and all! I love my fans. If you all weren't drooling perverted insensitive clods, I'd be out of a job.
- Dr. Lorna
- Why are they laughing? That wasn't a joke! Are they laughing at me? How dare the worms!
- Dr. Lorna
- The principle behind my therapy is quite simple.
- Dr. Lorna
- This is the world, and this is you.
- Dr. Lorna
- "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..."
- Dr. Lorna
- Any questions?
- Anon 1
- Now we will take questions from the audience.
- Anon 2
- Dr. Lorna, your book has ten points to deal with all of our problems. Why ten? Did you leave out vital points or stretch to make up points to reach an even number of ten?
- Dr. Lorna
- My thesaurus only had ten versions of the word loser!
- Narr
- The questions continue...
- Anon 1
- Dr. Lorna, why do you compartmentalize the problems of the human condition when there is an overall solution? Isn't a lack of clear communication the actual problem that you separate into overly specific subgroups?
- Dr. Lorna
- The overall solution is you are all wrong and I am right! You have a lot of promiscuous sex, don't you!
- Anon 2
- You tell her, Lorna.
- Anon 3
- Slut!
- Anon 4
- I thought she sounded like a trollop!
- Anon 5
- Kill the hussy!
- Kiki
- Oh, a Valentine's Day card! Let me see!
- Kiki
- You're lucky! I didn't get any Valentine's Day cards!
- Zoë
- I think I'm in love.
- Kiki
- Gangway!
- Zoë
- Watch it!
- Torg
- Hi folks! I wanted to let you all know about the importance of safe skiiing.
- Torg
- This is one reason we are not going to be making light of the tragedies that have affected this ski season.
- Kiki
- Look out!
- Torg
- Saferty, respect...
- Torg
- ... and humor in good-taste. That's our comic!
- Kiki
- Medic!
- Zoë
- Ahh! This is the life!
- Torg
- Where are the animals?
- Riff
- Who cares?
- Zoë
- Riff, weren't you supposed to be at your mom's investor-party tonight?
- Dr. Lorna
- Riff, you seem so quiet tonight. Is something wrong?
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun, you're needed up top!
- Bun-Bun
- Let's get this food loaded!
- Dr. Lorna
- George, I'd like you to meet my son, Riff.
- George
- Pleased to meet you. Your mom is quite a lady!
- Bun-Bun
- Howdy, sir! I'll be shaking your hand any moment now.
- Bun-Bun
- Any moment.
- Kiki
- Can't work the arm! Food jammed in the gears!
- Kiki
- Oops!
- Dr. Lorna
- Riff! You have to stop doing that!
- Bun-Bun
- Kiki, toss me up one of those ding-dongs.
- Gwynn
- There you are, Riff! Can I talk to you a second?
- Kiki
- A burner under a chaffing tray just tipped! We're on fire!
- Gwynn
- It's about that date we had a few weeks ago...
- Gwynn
- Hey! Are you even listening to me?
- Kiki
- Help! Help! Let me out!
- Gwynn
- I don't know how you did that, but I don't think it's cute or funny. Call me when you grow up.
- Bun-Bun
- cough cough
- Kiki
- Help!
- Riff
- What the hell happened at that party? My mom has disowned me and won't speak to me!
- Kiki
- Riff, I don't understand! Everything went fine! Nobody knew we were being you at the party while you went skiing!
- Bun-Bun
- Yeah, it went fine until Kiki got drunk and popped out the front of the "trojan-Riff" in front of Lorna's chief investor's wife.
- Riff
- Well, I am humiliated, but thatnks for the "disowning" stuff.
- Kiki
- No prob!
- Zoë
- Thanks Riff. Now my job is going to be hell. Lorna just yelled at me for no reason. It's like she blames me for ruining her party.
- Riff
- Get used to it. She always finds someone to blame. Oh lord, but she'd never blame herself.
- Zoë
- Why should she blame herself? You're the one that told those animals to...
- Riff
- It's all her fault!
- Torg
- Let me get this straight.
- Torg
- You, Bun-Bun, stuffed Zoë in the overhead compartment on the way to Vermont. Zoë, left our return tickets in that compartment, on a plane that flew to Seattle.
- Torg
- You, Riff had Bun-Bun and Kiki cover for you at Dr. Lorna's party, which ended in a fiasco. And you, Kiki, caused that fiasco so Dr. Lorna will have nothing more to do with us, let alone fly us home.
- Riff
- What's your point?
- Torg
- For once, I didn't screw anything up!
- Zoë
- You left the toilet seat up.
- Zoë
- Look, I am stressed out, and need some sleep. Torg, take my credit card and order us return tickets. You guys can pay me back when we get home.
- Riff
- Y'know, it really sucks that Zoë had to fly in coach.
- Torg
- Hey, what can you do? Her card maxed out and someone had to ride coach.
- Bun-Bun
- Ok, which one of you two gets shoved in the overhead compartment this time?
- Zoë
- They are going to die slow and painfully. They are going to die.
- Gwynn
- Those jerks used your money to get first class tickets and stuck you in coach?
- Zoë
- They paid me back and agreed to paint my apartment! Not a bad deal.
- Riff
- I'm done with the bedroom Torg...
- Riff
- Wow!
- Torg
- My masterpiece!
- Torg
- I got inspired. Do you think she'll like it?
- Riff
- I'll go stand on the other side of the room now.
- Zoë
- Hi guys! I'm ba...
- Torg
- Hi Zoë! What do you think?
- Torg
- Wow! I didn't think you would be speechless over it! Don't worry about the window being in the way! I painted over the blinds!
- Zoë
- Get out! Get out! Get out!
- Torg
- That's gratitude for you. I hope she at least appreciates what I did in the bathroom.
- Riff
- What was that?
- Torg
- I did a painting of Rodin's "The Kiss" on the ceiling. I even used pictures of her parents as reference for a personal touch. I got inspired!
- Zoë
- Aaaaah!
- Riff
- I think you need to think more before acting on your inspirations.
- Torg
- I think paint-fumes just go straight to my brain.
- Torg
- What's on the schedule today Aylee?
- Aylee
- A marketing firm wants to automate their entire business on the web! Billing, inventory, the works, for premium pay! I told them it would be up by Wednesday!
- Torg
- That's only a couple of days!
- Aylee
- I calculate about 52 hours of work and you should be done just under the wire.
- Aylee
- Oh! Sleep! I keep forgetting you humans need sleep!
- Bun-Bun
- This is almost as funny as when she forgot humans need air!
- Aylee
- You've been working all night, Torg! Can I get you something?
- Torg
- I am hungry, Aylee.
- Aylee
- I'll order a pizza-man.
- Torg
- A pizza! Not a pizza-man!
- Torg
- Geez, Aylee, we're running out of places that will deliver here!
- Aylee
- The site is great Torg! The clients love it!
- Torg
- Me sleep now...
- Bun-Bun
- Hey Torg, can I borrow your 1973 G.I. Joe Doll? I want to smash some golf balls with it.
- Torg
- Surenoproblem...
- Aylee
- Torg, you promised to teach me to drive! Can we do it now?
- Torg
- I'll get my keys...
- Aylee
- I don't know why humans waste time with sleep! They are so much cooler without it!
- Bun-Bun
- Fore!
- Aylee
- So! This is your car.
- Aylee
- I guess I pictured you driving something a little more sportier.
- Torg
- Hey! This car is a classic!
- Aylee
- Ah, you mean like the "Budget Gourmet Classics" you have in the freezer?
- Torg
- Unfortunately, yes.
- Torg
- Yawn.
- Torg
- Ok, Aylee, safe driving is everyone's responsibility. That pedal on the left is the gas. Next to it is the brake. The first thing we need to...
- Anon
- Ahh!
- Aylee
- So, I'm a pretty good driver, huh!
- Torg
- All that death and destruction...
- Aylee
- I've been practicing with that driving simulator you have on your computer!
- Torg
- "Carmageddon", right?
- Aylee
- Where's the automatic-repair button? How many people do I have to run-over before we get wall-climbing ability?
- Muldy
- Morning, Kruller.
- Kruller
- Morning Muldy. What's so important it couldn't wait?
- Muldy
- We're heading to Jersey. Two hours ago, a car went speeding through a heavily populated area, crashing into other cars and people with no regard for life.
- Kruller
- Sounds like something for the local police. What aren't you telling me, Muldy?
- Muldy
- A kid at the scene managed to snap a few pictures of the driver.
- Muldy
- 3 people dead, 17 wounded and 40 car-wrecks. All caused in a matter of minutes by a driver that looks like it just dropped out of a Gieger painting. And you aren't curious?
- Kruller
- What? Aliens subjugating the earth to reckless driving? It's obviously some maniac in a suit. What do you think?
- Muldy
- What if it is an alien, and it's not on a joy ride? What if it was trying to escape pursuit?
- Kruller
- Escape from what Muldy? According to the report, there were no cars chasing this one.
- Muldy
- What if the chasers couldn't be seen?
- Muldy
- The military, using invisibility-technology stolen from aliens to hunt aliens down, and nobody would know.
- Kruller
- If aliens can make themselves invisible, why isn't this one doing it?
- Muldy
- Maybe this alien is actually a killing machine, genetically designed by other aliens who can use the technology?
- Muldy
- And this guy, we won't find anything left of him. He was obviously one of the military police who was taken hostage when the alien escaped, and is now dead, a snack for the alien. Food for thought, eh?
- Kruller
- Muldy, do you actually think about what you are saying, or is it an improvisational game of madlibs that you play in your head?
- Muldy
- All that death and destruction, and you think this is just a guy in a costume?
- Kruller
- Yes! That or a visual distortion caused by swamp gas. According to the evidence...
- Muldy
- Speaking of swamp gas, did you have a chili-dog for lunch, Kruller? Whe-whew!
- Kruller
- I love it when you diffuse a situation with wit, Muldy.
- Kruller
- FBI. I'm Special Agent Kruller, this is Special Agent Muldy.
- Greg Harthlow
- Greg Harthlow. I didn't think this would be much of a bureau matter.
- Muldy
- Detective Harthlow, do you have any clues as to the identity of the driver?
- Greg Harthlow
- Well we know...
- Muldy
- 'Cause the driver was an alien!
- Greg Harthlow
- Alien? What the hell is this? Some kind of joke?
- Kruller
- Muldy, could you please wait until after we get the info we need before screaming about aliens?
- Muldy
- I'll never hide the truth.
- Kruller
- The truth is you suck!
- Muldy
- What?
- Kruller
- Nothing.
- Kruller
- Well, it looks like the car stopped here, and then caught fire. No remains, no way to trace the car. This may be a dead end.
- Muldy
- Maybe not, Kruller. Remember, we are dealing with an alien fugitive here, and what do aliens love to eat above everything else?
- Kruller
- Aliens love bagels?
- Muldy
- I don't know, it just sounded more clever than "lets ask the kid in the bagel shop if he saw anything."
- Kruller
- I really hate you.
- Anon
- Yeah, I did see them. They both got out of the car before it blew up. Then the blonde guy started yelling at the big green guy, about him blowing up his car, then said he needed a drink, so they walked down the street, looking for a bar or something.
- Anon
- Then something weird happened. They both melted into each other and formed into, like, this giant caterpillar, like out of Alice in Wonderland, Y'know. It looked at me, said I was "destined to rule the world". Then it sprouted bat winds, and flew into the sun.
- Kruller
- Muldy, that kid was stoned out of his mind! You can't go on what he said he saw.
- Muldy
- We just have to deduce what is fact and what is fiction. First off, since the blonde was the hostage of the alien, he wouldn't yell at it.
- Muldy
- And secondly, aliens don't drink.
- Muldy
- This is Agent Muldy. I want to put out an A.P.B. on a giant caterpillar with bat wings...
- Torg
- Hey Riff! What are you working on?
- Riff
- I'm building a robot. It's too nice out to work inside. What's new with you?
- Torg
- Oh, Aylee trashed my car, caused a lot of accidents. Thank god the car blew up, so they can't trace it to me.
- Riff
- Are you afraid they'd throw you in jail?
- Torg
- Naw, jail I can deal with. It's the Department of Motor Vehicles that causes me to wake up in a cold sweat.
- Torg
- At least I can hear the words "Department of Motor Vehicles" without freaking out!
- Riff
- Stop saying that name!
- Riff
- Torg, if you need a car, you can use mine. I'm getting a new truck! It should arrive in a few days.
- Torg
- Cool!
- Torg
- So, what is this robot for anyway?
- Riff
- Not sure. I'll be happy if I can get it to do something useful, like doing laundry or taking over the world.
- Torg
- Zoë still mad at me?
- Riff
- Well, she did borrow my laser cannon.
- Torg
- Guess I should get going...
- Riff
- You're out of range. Just don't cross that line I labeled "Torg's line of death."
- Anon
- Hi! Welcome to Killagain's! Today's specials are...
- Muldy
- What are the specials? What are they?
- Anon
- Ca... Cat.. fish...
- Muldy
- What kind of catfish? What's the soup du jour? Nooooo!
- Kruller
- I'll have the overdone ham.
- Crystal
- That guy? I know him, but I'm not sure of his name. He comes by a lot, and I see him at a lot of Sam's parties.
- Kruller
- "Sam?"
- Crystal
- Sam Sein. He lives in the apartment complex on Reilly and Coal, 13B. That other guy probably lives in the same complex.
- Kruller
- Do you recognize this costume?
- Crystal
- Nah, we only get the gray-skinned bulb-headed aliens in here.
- Kruller
- Looks like I found a lead. Where have you been?
- Muldy
- Had to pick this up. Remember my theory about the alien trying to escape visible pursuers? Well I sent the photo-negatives to a photo-aura-specialist I know.
- Muldy
- This is the normal photo.
- Muldy
- This is the aura-enhanced version.
- Kruller
- Muldy, the guy drew on the photo with a crayon!
- Muldy
- Felt-pen was more expensive.
- Kruller
- Special Agent Kruller. We are looking for Sam Sein, apartment 13B.
- Riff
- Building 13 is that way.
- Muldy
- Thank you.
- Riff
- Hey! Get back here!
- Muldy
- Did you see what he was working on? Obviously alien technology!
- Kruller
- Muldy, he's just an inventor trying to make a new coffee maker or something.
- Muldy
- Kruller, the "coffee maker" is grabbing your butt.
- Kruller
- I'll have a double mocha latte.
- Kruller
- Special Agent Danish Kruller. We're looking for someone named Sam Sein.
- Kiki
- Sam hasn't been home for weeks! Can you find him for me?
- Kruller
- File a missing-persons report with the local authorities, and we'll see what we can do.
- Kiki
- Thanks!
- Muldy
- You don't think it's weird that our one lead has disappeared?
- Kruller
- Muldy, the talking ferret said he disappeared weeks before the "alien" incident...
- Kruller
- Ok, the talking ferret was weird.
- Riff
- Hey Torg! Did you know the FBI was nosing around here?
- Torg
- Did they mention anything about aliens and traffic accidents?
- Bun-Bun
- Did they mention anything about prostitution and securities fraud?
- Riff
- Naw, they are looking for Sam.
- Torg
- Whew!
- Bun-Bun
- Whew!
- Torg
- Prostitution and securities fraud?
- Bun-Bun
- I was just curious!
- Muldy
- Kruller decided to investigate that talking ferret further. She believes Sam is hiding in the apartment, using ventriloquism to make the ferret talk. Meanwhile, I am closing in on the secret military agent, who I believe is a brain-transplant victim.
- Muldy
- I don't expect to find him alive, but we may find clues leading us to the alien. I must stay observant for anything unusual, any leads.
- Bun-Bun
- Gimme you money!
- Muldy
- I wonder how Kruller is doing with the talking ferret. Kruller: ...so he doesn't even notice me unless I'm disputing his inane theories on a case.
- Kiki
- It sounds like you think of him as more than a friend.
- Kruller
- I think of Muldy as a brain-transplant victim.
- Muldy
- Federal agent W.B. Muldy. Have you seen these two? I really need to know.
- Zoë
- You find me beautiful? I think you're cute too!
- Muldy
- The alien is responsible for several wanton car wrecks.
- Zoë
- Wanton sex? Shouldn't we get to know each other first?
- Muldy
- If this is a bad time, I can wait.
- Zoë
- A date? I'd love to! Let me get changed!
- Muldy
- She's brainwashed.
- Zoë
- Sure, you can watch!
- Torg
- Aylee, I head the feds are in town, so you better keep a low profile.
- Aylee
- Feds?
- Torg
- They are sort of like a cross between cops and spies.
- Torg
- "To serve and dissect!"
- Aylee
- Dissect? Why would they want to dissect you?
- Torg
- Don't worry, they are looking for Sam, not us!
- Zoë
- Oh, that's Torg and Aylee! They live next door, 14D.
- Torg
- Poor Sam. He's in big trouble.
- Aylee
- Yeah, I'd hate to be him!
- Kruller
- We have finally located the apartment of the man known as "Torg". We can only hope to find some trace of what Muldy believes is an alien. Big surprise there, huh? Still, we must proceed with caution.
- Muldy
- Kruller! The alien is in there! It's about to kill the hostage! We have to act now!
- Torg
- "Bram Stoker's Dracula!"
- Aylee
- Right! Torg is winning! Ok, next movie!
- Bun-Bun
- This game is stupid.
- Muldy
- Freeze! Federal agents!
- Torg
- Doh!
- Aylee
- eep!
- Zoë
- Wow, Riff! Cool truck! Why did you attach the laser-cannon to the front of it?
- Riff
- I hate to be cut off. Check out these suped-up daylighters!
- Kiki
- Cool!
- Zoë
- Jeez!
- Muldy
- Step away from the alien.
- Kruller
- That is not an alien, Muldy!
- Muldy
- Oh no.
- Kruller
- Muldy! What's happening?
- Muldy
- Aliens! They've come for us!
- Muldy
- It's just like my sister... Samantha... Noooooo!
- Bun-Bun
- "Oliver Stone's Nixon?
- Aylee
- Right! Tied score!
- Torg
- No fair! I was distracted by random gunfire!
- Narr
- The story so far... Federal agent W.B. Muldy, sure of imminent alien abduction, attempts to rescue the man called "Torg". Muldy forces him out of his apartment at gun-point. Federal agent Danish Kruller, normally the calmer of the two, follows behind, unsure of events transpiring.
- Narr
- The alien, known to friends as "Aylee," chases after them to save Torg from abduction by federal agents.
- Narr
- And Bun-Bun joins in on the chase, or starts to. He then realizes that Mystery Science Theater 3000 is starting. Sure, he's seen this one before, but it was a really good one!
- Narr
- We now join this action adventure in progress... Damn out of space. Guess you have to wait till tomorrow. This comic-recap is brought to you by Nifty News 50, when a story breaks we give you the pieces.
- Kruller
- Muldy! Slow down! I'm not sure what just happened but we need to investigate it! Not run away from it!
- Muldy
- Not until I'm sure we aren't being chased by invisible military agents in league with alien abductors! This guy can answer all the questions we have. Tell us everything!
- Torg
- Look! An invisible military agent!
- Kruller
- Now cut that out!
- Torg
- heh heh.
- Anon 1
- So, it's true, Muldy has found an alien.
- Anon 2
- That's not one of our aliens! We do the bug-eyed gray-skinned "little green men" aliens!
- Anon 1
- But it would really get on Muldy's nerves if we cover it all up!
- Anon 2
- Ok, activate "Plan A."
- Anon 1
- "Kill everyone but Kruller and Muldy, leave them with no evidence, put them back to square one." Sir, eventually I fear we will need a "Plan B."
- Anon 2
- Why? "Plan A" has worked for 5 seasons! What do you suggest?
- Anon 1
- Plan B: We hop a flight to Vegas, get drunk, gamble, and catch Zigfried and Roy.
- Anon 2
- Aw, hell, lets give "Plan B" a shot!
- Muldy
- No more games! Tell us about the alien.
- Torg
- She's a great secretary... She's a pretty good cook... A little clumsy... About to eat you guys... What else do you want to know?
- Kruller
- Muldy! Watch out for that raccoon!
- Torg
- Look out! Baby duck!
- Kruller
- Look out! The only man who knows the truth behind the conspiracy!
- Muldy
- Doesn't that just figure.
- Aylee
- Bleck!
- Torg
- Thanks for missing the baby duck!
- Kruller
- Muldy! The bridge!
- Muldy
- Bail!
- Kruller
- They're gone Muldy. Stop looking for them.
- Muldy
- gasp, sputter... No, I have to find them!
- Kruller
- We need help to search the lake. Come on Muldy.
- Aylee
- Wow! They are finally leaving!
- Aylee
- What are you trying to tell me? I can't understand you. Sound doesn't seem to travel well underwater.
- Aylee
- Oh! Humans need air! I forgot again! I should really write this stuff down.
- Kruller
- When we get to a phone, we can ask the police to dredge the lake.
- Muldy
- They'll find the car but no bodies.
- Kruller
- Then we should go back and stake out that apartment complex.
- Muldy
- You know as well as I do that they are all long gone! We are left with nothing again. There probably won't even be a complex there!
- Riff
- What happened to you guys?
- Torg
- Went swimming. What's up with you?
- Muldy
- I am sick of this! We're stuck on Gilligan's Island! No matter how hard we try, we are never getting off this island!
- Kruller
- Muldy, don't give up! I may not always believe you, but I believe in you!
- Muldy
- Kruller? Danish? Danish!
- Muldy
- Kruller, you were just abducted again!
- Kruller
- Muldy, just because I suffer from lost time and have vague memories of being anally probed by a bunch of little green men a second ago doesn't prove anything!
- Muldy
- You just can't face the truth!
- Kruller
- The truch is you suck!
- Muldy
- Bite me.
- Riff
- Something's missing.
- Torg
- I think you're right, Riff!
- Kiki
- Sam is missing! We gotta find my owner, Sam!
- Riff
- Are we supposed to be somewhere?
- Torg
- Naw.
- Kiki
- Sam! The guy the FBI was looking for!
- Riff
- What about beer? Are we out?
- Kiki
- Sam! They guy who always chases after Zoë!
- Torg
- We got beer.
- Kiki
- Sam! The guy who throws all the parties!
- Riff
- Parties! That's what's missing!
- Torg
- We gotta find Sam!
- Riff
- Ok Kiki, when was the last time you saw Sam?
- Kiki
- He had just set Torg up on a blind date! He knew you had a date with Gwynn, and that Zoë would be left with no plans. He went to Zoë's to surprise her with flowers and an invitation to dinner!
- Riff
- I forgot Sam was so in love with Zoë! If he never made it to her place, he's probably dead.
- Torg
- I forgot Sam set me up on that blind date. If he's alive, he's dead!
- Bun-Bun
- I forgot I killed Sam! He's definitely dead!
- Torg
- You killed Sam and hid the body in my storage space?
- Bun-Bun
- Yup, the body is over there.
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun! How could you!
- Riff
- It's not Sam! It's the head of a multimillion dollar telemarketing conglomerate.
- Bun-Bun
- Oh yeah, Sam is the other annoying guy!
- Torg
- Bun-Bun! You can't go around killing telemarketer executives! I am going to have to make a citizen's arrest!
- Bun-Bun
- Hey, it was in self defense!
- Anon
- ...But sir, we are willing to offer the first 60 days free, with only a 30% surcharge for...
- Bun-Bun
- You are so freakin' dead! I'm gonna track you down! You freakin'...
- Torg
- Sounds more like insanity than self defense.
- Bun-Bun
- It was self defense of my sanity.
- Torg
- The least you can do is get rid of the body!
- Bun-Bun
- Already taken care of.
- Torg
- Aylee! You ate that old rotting corpse?
- Aylee
- scuze me.
- Bun-Bun
- Anyone else suddenly in the mood for fast food?
- Riff
- Sam is missing, and I'm trying to find him. When he was last seen, he was on his way to see you. Did he ever make it to your place?
- Zoë
- No! I haven't seen Sam since the new year's eve party! I never even really thought about him!
- Zoë
- You have to find him, Riff! He's gotta be ok!
- Riff
- I thought you didn't care about him.
- Zoë
- I don't, but I care about him caring about me! I need attention from someone I don't care about to keep caring about those who don't care about me!
- Zoë
- Let me try to explain that better...
- Riff
- I don't care.
- Narr
- Torg, Riff, Zoë, and Kiki have given up the search for Sam, but new readers may wonder who Sam was.
- Narr
- Sam was charming...
- Sam
- All right, fine, don't go out with me now, but don't worry, I'll win you over! You will be mine!
- Narr
- ... Intelligent...
- Sam
- Look, Kiki! A "#1 Stud" mug from a secret admirer! It must be Zoë!
- Narr
- And above all, a good soul.
- Kiki
- Noooo Sam! Don't plan Torg's death! Stay good, Sam!
- Narr
- Well, that's our tribute. Hey, he wasn't in the comic that much!
- Kiki
- Can you believe that pompous jerk? What a...
- Sam
- I'm still here. Putting my jacket on, haven't left eh room yet, almost there...
- Riff
- I'm sorry Kiki, we've looked everywhere, and checked with everyone, but there's no sign of Sam. We have to assume the worst.
- Kiki
- I can't believe Sam is dead!
- Zoë
- Sam... Dead? Oh poor Sam, he really cared about me. If he was only still alive. If we only have one more chance... I swear I would go out with him! Now my last hope of true love is gone forever!
- Riff
- Let's recheck your apartment to see if we missed any clues.
- Kiki
- Sam!?!
- Riff
- Sam!?!
- Zoë
- Sam!?!
- Torg
- Sam!?!
- Sam
- Hi guys! Sorry I've been gone so long. I should've called, but I've had the wildest time!
- Zoë
- Sam, it's great that you're ok!
- Zoë
- Of course I'd rather be dragged through the mud than go out with you!
- Kiki
- Yay!
- Sam
- I'd like you all to meet my wife, Valerie!
- Valerie
- Hi!
- Torg
- Wow, Sam! Congratulations!
- Riff
- Wife? Wow! This calls for a party!
- Zoë
- Married. Now my last hope of true love is gone forever!
- Sam
- So, there I was, on my way to Zoë's. I stopped off to buy some flowers for her, and that's where I met Valerie.
- Valerie
- I hate my job. Want to go on a wild adventure and get married?
- Sam
- Ok.
- Torg
- Sam, you sure know how to tell a story!
- Sam
- So I'm not James-freakin'-Cameron!
- Riff
- You're not even Al-freakin'-Gore.
- Valerie
- Sam's got the gist of the story correct. I was fed up with my job and wanted to go party. That's when Sam walked in. We traveled all along the east coast, ending up in New England. We had fun, fell in love, and got married. It was a little sudden, but hey, life is short! You gotta live fast and have fun.
- Zoë
- Still, getting married after only knowing someone two months!
- Sam
- Aw, that's so cute! Zoë is jealous! I knew you always lvoed me! Too late now, babe!
- Valerie
- That's what I love about my Sammy, he's got such a way with words!
- Sam
- Well, I gotta go to work.
- Torg
- At ten at night?
- Sam
- I got a gig as a night watchman.
- Sam
- Really good pay and easy work!
- Riff
- I gotta run too. My static discharger needs tweaking.
- Valerie
- So, I guess it's just us tonight.
- Torg
- Guess so.
- Torg
- Why do I sense foreboding doom?
- Valerie
- It's my perfume! You have to come closer for the full effect!
- Torg
- Wow, it's almost dawn! We've been talking all night!?!
- Valerie
- Wow, almost dawn! Well, Sam should be home soon.
- Torg
- This is bad, Torg. You are falling love with your friend's wife! Watch yourself!
- Valerie
- This has been so much fun, Torg! I get bored with Sam at work all night. Want to keep me company tomorrow night?
- Torg
- ...No, no, no, no...
- Torg
- Sure!
- Torg
- ...Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,...
- Valerie
- Thanks so much for coming by tonight, Torg!
- Torg
- She is just a friend, remember that, Torg! Don't think of her, think of...
- Valerie
- So, what should we talk about tonight?
- Torg
- ...Baseball!
- Valerie
- I'm not much into sports. I do investment planning on the side... Have you planned for your future?
- Torg
- Investment planning might just do the trick.
- Zoë
- Torg, I wanted to let you know I've forgiven you.
- Valerie
- What did he do?
- Zoë
- He painted me naked, on the wall of my living room.
- Valerie
- Torg! I didn't know you were an artist!
- Valerie
- I would be flattered.
- Valerie
- Do you want me to model nude for you?
- Zoë
- You jerk!
- Riff
- What do you mean, "no more parties?"
- Sam
- Riff, I'm married now. I can't go throwing huge bashes without the "ok" from Valerie.
- Torg
- You are totally whipped! Married only two months, and totally whipped.
- Sam
- I am not whipped!
- Kiki
- He's not whipped!
- Valerie
- Sam, that ferret of yours broke another vase. She's making me very unhappy!
- Kiki
- Sam kicked me out! I have nowhere to go! Please, can I stay with you, Torg?
- Torg
- I'm sorry Kiki, but between Bun-Bun and Aylee. I've got no room!
- Zoë
- Please can I stay with you, Zoë?
- Zoë
- Kiki, I can't. I signed a no-pet clause in my lease. Torg and Riff haven't, though. Did you try them?
- Kiki
- Riff, you're my last hope! Can I stay with you?
- Riff
- No.
- Kiki
- Nobody wants me and it's all my fault! I'm sorry! Tell everyone I said goodbye.
- Torg
- So, Kiki is staying with you, huh?
- Riff
- Yeah, I was a little worried. Kiki is very curious and I have lots of dangerous inventions in my apartment.
- Torg
- You're not worried anymore?
- Kiki
- Oooh, what does this button do?
- Riff
- Nah, life's too short to waste worrying about the inevitable.
- Kiki
- Oooh, what does this button do?
- Torg
- Gee, I wonder when Riff's going to finish that robot he's been working on.
- Torg
- Hey Riff, when's this robot gonna be finished?
- Riff
- Soon.
- Torg
- Riff, you trashed my ceiling and squashed Bun-Bun! I owe you one!
- Riff
- No problem!
- Bun-Bun
- Near miss, nerd-boy!
- Torg
- Riff, you trashed my ceiling!
- Riff
- Sorry, I owe you one.
- Riff
- So what do you think?
- Riff
- That's a feature! It plays dead!
- Bun-Bun
- The arm just fell off.
- Riff
- That's another feature. It's got interchangeable parts!
- Bun-Bun
- The other arm...
- Riff
- That's another feature!
- Riff
- I still have to design an A.I. for the robot. So until it can think for itself, I made this remote! I can totally control the robot from here.
- Torg
- That looks like the tv remote.
- Riff
- It is the tv remote! Where's my remote? Where's my remote?!?
- Torg
- Hey, where's Bun-Bun?
- Riff
- Uh oh.
- Torg
- Uh oh.
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun, I don't think it's right to be stealing Riff's robot! Let's take it back!
- Bun-Bun
- Shaddup!
- Kiki
- Please, this isn't right!
- Bun-Bun
- Kiki, look at that panel!
- Kiki
- Ooooh, pretty lights! Wow! Look at that!
- Bun-Bun
- I would have killed most people but, luckily for Kiki, ferrets are more easily distracted than a toddler on a double espresso.
- Kiki
- Ooooh!
- Torg
- Riff, we don't know for sure that is was Bun-Bun who stole your robot!
- Qwirky Waltons
- Late breaking news!
- Qwirky Waltons
- A robot has left a small town in ruins! Among the ruins, a pet food shop, where only a few bags of alfalfa hay were stolen, a Spencer's gift shop, where only a Baywatch poster was stolen, and a telemarketer office. There were no survivors at the telemarketer office.
- Qwirky Waltons
- The robot is now heading for a bank! Military tanks have been sent to deal with this threat!
- Riff
- I'll get the truck.
- Easter Bunny
- Ooooooohhh...
- Easter Bunny
- I'm the Easter Bunny, I'm ok! I deliver painted eggs all day...
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun! You squashed the Easter Bunny!
- Bun-Bun
- And?
- Kiki
- Whose going to hide the easter eggs for all the boys and girls to find?
- Bun-Bun
- Be my guest. I've got a date with a bank.
- Kiki
- Fine, I will!
- Kiki
- Look, I'm a bunny! Hopping around and hiding... Oooh! What an interesting egg!
- Kiki
- And this one?! And oooooh! Look at this one! Wow look at them all! Wow! Oh wow! Oh wow!
- Bun-Bun
- "Ferret-shock."
- Bun-Bun
- Never leave a ferret to do a bunny's job.
- Narr
- Later...
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun! You were supposed to hide those eggs all over the world!
- Bun-Bun
- So? I hid them!
- Kiki
- You buried all the eggs in a big pile under a land fill! That's evil!
- Bun-Bun
- That's an efficient use of time!
- Kiki
- You are really going to rob a bank instead of doing you're duty? All those kids with no eggs to find! Are you really that mean?
- Bun-Bun
- I'd like to make a withdrawal.
- Riff
- So Bun-Bun stole my robot and used it to rob various stores like the local pet food shop. He's now trying to rob a bank with it, but doesn't know that military tanks are on the way to destroy him and the bot. Now the only hope is for us to stop the robot, save the rabbit, and...
- Torg
- Ahhhhh!
- Torg
- Quit recapping for the audience and pay attention to the road!
- Riff
- Right.
- Bun-Bun
- Damn! Here I am, in an all-powerful robot, surrounded by money, and I can't seem to get the damn thing to pick any money up!
- Kiki
- Riff said the robot wasn't finished.
- Bun-Bun
- Oh well, lets go home. We can come back later when I figure this robot out more.
- Kiki
- Won't the police be waiting for us outside?
- Bun-Bun
- Kiki, what could they do to stop this bad-boy?
- Anon
- All tanks are in position, awaiting launch orders!
- Anon
- I got a visual on the robot. All weapons locked on.
- Kiki
- Oh no! Tanks!
- Bun-Bun
- It's the whole freakin' army!
- Kiki
- Run or fight?
- Bun-Bun
- Where's the "run" button on this thing?
- Bun-Bun
- Well, I found the "fight" button, so let's do that.
- Kiki
- gulp!
- Torg
- How are we going to stop Bun-Bun before that robot does serious damage?
- Riff
- We'll be ok as long as he doesn't figure out how to arm the Omega Cannon.
- Anon
- We come to you live from the scene of the robot attack! My god! Look out!
- Riff
- Don't worry, that's just the death ray. The Omega Cannon goes "ba-blammo!"
- Torg
- Wow, Riff! Your robot has forced the army to retreat!
- Torg
- That's one well armed bot!
- Riff
- Yeah, I loaded it to the hilt with every type of high-tech weaponry I could think of.
- Torg
- You built this robot to do your laundry, right?
- Riff
- Someone keeps stealing my underwear.
- Torg
- We have to stop Bun-Bun before more people get hurt!
- Riff
- I refurbished the tv remote to override the robot controls! This will stop him!
- Bun-Bun
- What happened to my weapons?
- Bun-Bun
- It's out of control!
- Torg
- He's "stopping" this way!
- Riff
- Let me check my notes...
- Torg
- We're going to crash into that wall!
- Riff
- This should stop us!
- Riff
- Uh oh!
- Torg
- Whew!
- Kiki
- That was fun!
- Anon
- The military has given up searching for the robot that decimated armed forces earlier today...
- Riff
- I grounded Kiki for stealing my robot. Are you going to punish Bun-Bun?
- Riff
- Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
- Torg
- Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
- Torg
- Aha... Ha... Hem, snort, giggle. Oh, my sides!
- Torg
- Annnyway, you're just lucky Bun-Bun doesn't kick your butt for breaking the tv remote!
- Riff
- Hey, I needed its components to stop his robot rampage!
- Riff
- At least I got my robot back in one piece.
- Riff
- Two pieces.
- Torg
- Back to the drawing board?
- Riff
- Sob
- Bun-Bun
- Riff, I've been looking for you! About that tv remote...
- Zoë
- Torg has been hanging out with Valerie every night while Sam goes to work!
- Riff
- So?
- Zoë
- She's a married woman! People are starting to talk, Riff.
- Riff
- What people?
- Zoë
- Me! I'm people!
- Riff
- Only if you have multiple personalities.
- Riff
- I'm not ruling that out, by the way.
- Zoë
- Oh, shut up.
- Valerie
- You know Torg's coming by tonight, right? Like he does every night?
- Sam
- Yeah, I know.
- Valerie
- You jealous?
- Sam
- Hell yeah! I know you've got your eye on Riff! I want you to keep away from him!
- Valerie
- Got it. "No affairs with Riff!" No problem! You cute, dense hubby of mine!
- Sam
- Just keep away from Riff!
- Sam
- Torg, we need to talk. I've seen how you look at my wife.
- Torg
- Uh... Sam, I uh... can assure you...
- Sam
- Don't try to hide it. You're nearsighted. You need glasses!
- Torg
- Nearsighted?
- Sam
- Proper vision is so important! My father was too proud to wear glasses, and it killed him!
- Torg
- That's it! I need glasses!
- Sam
- He walked right off that pier...
- Zoë
- Kiki, have you noticed how Torg and Val seem closer these days?
- Kiki
- Now that I live with Riff, Torg is real close, right downstairs. But Val lives on the other side of the complex!
- Zoë
- I mean, have you noticed anything funny going on?
- Kiki
- Yeah! Riff is watching MST3K in the living room. That show is pretty funny!
- Zoë
- No, I mean, do you think they are sleeping together?
- Kiki
- Well, I just saw Torg, so I know he's awake!
- Bun-Bun
- She wants to know if they're doing "the nasty."
- Kiki
- You mean cleaning your litter-box?!?
- Zoë
- So, you don't think Torg and Valerie are having an affair?
- Riff
- No, I just don't think. It's policy.
- Riff
- Besides, Torg and Val can take care of themselves.
- Anon
- Here is your room key. Will you be needing room service?
- Valerie
- No, we're taken care of.
- Valerie
- Thanks for helping me get this hotel room while they fumigate my apartment. Wow! Look at the size of that bed!
- Torg
- Well, yer all set up now! I gotta go! Lookit the time! See ya!
- Valerie
- You sure you don't want to stay for a nightcap?
- Torg
- No thanks got one from the bathroom! Gotta go!
- Valerie
- But that's a...
- Valerie
- ...shower-cap
- Torg
- That could have gone smoother...
- Valerie
- Oh Torg, I'm so glad you love me too! We are going to be so happy together!
- Torg
- Crap, I gotta run! I'm due on the Jesse Springbean show in an hour!
- Jesse Springbean
- Welcome back to the Jesse Springbean show! Our guest, Torg, believes this show is about web designing?
- Torg
- It's not?
- Jesse Springbean
- We have a surprise guest for you! It's Valerie! The woman you are having an affair with, on today's show...
- Torg
- Val?!?
- Valerie
- I love him so much, Jesse!
- Jesse Springbean
- But wait! There's more! We have a surprise guest for both of you!
- Valerie
- What?!?
- Torg
- What?!?
- Jesse Springbean
- We've armed her husband with a loaded automatic weapon, and told him today's show would be about the NRA!
- Jesse Springbean
- Are we're bringing him out on today's show...
- Torg
- Gahhh!!
- Torg
- I don't know what scares me more, the thought of actually having an affair with Val, or the fact that I derive my morals from tabloid talkshows.
- Torg
- Hey, Riff! Fixing your robot?
- Riff
- Still needs work. I'm using some parts from my dimensional flux agitator.
- Torg
- Are you sure that's safe...
- Riff
- Totally! Um... Torg?
- Zoë
- You blasted Torg into another dimension? How will he get back?
- Riff
- At least this time we didn't both get zapped. That means I can try to track him from here.
- Riff
- I can fetch him back in a few hours. Torg will be fine as long as he didn't get zapped to a "dimension of pain" or something.
- Lord Horribus
- Welcome to the Dimension of Pain!
- Torg
- Thanks! Can I use your restroom?
- Lord Horribus
- Nope.
- Torg
- What's going on?
- Lord Horribus
- We torture you until your will is broken and you agree to open a gateway back to your dimension, so we can take it over.
- Torg
- How are you going to torture me?
- Lord Horribus
- Hooks and spikes, piercing your skin, shredding ripping. Pure pain, pure agony!
- Torg
- Whew! I thought you'd play Susan Powter infomercials or something
- Lord Horribus
- Even we have limits.
- Torg
- Yearrrgh!
- Torg
- That really hurt!
- Lord Horribus
- Electrocution, stretched limbs, and a whipping! Is your will broken yet?
- Torg
- No, but it's starting to really tick me off!
- Lord Horribus
- You must have had serious military training.
- Torg
- Nope, pet bunny.
- Lord Horribus
- He's a tough one. I will break his spirit soon. Did you re-leash Torg?
- Reakk
- "Re-leash?" I thought you said "release!"
- Lord Horribus
- Torg has escaped! After him!
- Lord Horribus
- You fool! Oh well, the hunt is on. Did you sharpen my hell-spear?
- Reakk
- "Sharpen?" I thought you said "shorten!"
- Reakk
- He made it to the Sacred Circle!
- Reakk
- We can't touch him as long as he stays there!!!
- Torg
- Hey, thanks for the info!
- Lord Horribus
- Keep silent, fool!
- Reakk
- Don't be mad! At least I didn't tell him about your Beanie Baby collection!
- Torg
- Aw... Does the widdle demon cowect beanies? How ceeee-ute!
- Reakk
- Uh oh.
- Zoë
- Have you located Torg yet?
- Riff
- This is tougher than I thought. I don't have the software for this kind of job, so I'm crossing off the miscalculated dimensions manually.
- Zoë
- On these chewed up pieces of paper?
- Riff
- Bun-Bun!?!
- Bun-Bun
- Sorry, were those papers important?
- Riff
- Yes!!!
- Bun-Bun
- Sucks to be you.
- Narr
- While Riff and Zoë try to find Torg in the myriad of alternate realities, Torg holds his own against an army of demons in the Dimension of Pain. He is safe only as long as he remains in the Sacred Circle of Protection.
- Torg
- So, where'd this "Sacred Circle of Protection" come from anyway?
- Lord Horribus
- Many years ago, a powerful demon decided to make this place a dimension of evil and pain!
- Lord Horribus
- The Goddess of Goodness was weaker than him, so he prevailed!
- Lord Horribus
- He gathered all that was good, and balled it up.
- Lord Horribus
- He then stuffed it in a zip-lock bag, sealed it, and tossed it on the bottom rack of the "Fridge of the Heavens!"
- Torg
- And this spot?
- Lord Horribus
- The bag leaked.
- Torg
- Cheap bags?
- Lord Horribus
- We told him to get the expensive zip-lock bags, but he felt the budget bags were more evil.
- Reakk
- I heard the demon was squeezing the air out of the bag (known as "burping the bag" in culinary circles) and some goodness spilled out.
- Psyck
- Burping the bag is very important for freshness!
- Lord Horribus
- I've also heard it was caused by cheap plastic wrap!
- Isp
- He should have used tin foil!
- Psyck
- You can't microwave something wrapped in tin foil!
- Isp
- Why would he want to microwave goodness?
- Torg
- Alright, I don't card anymore!
- Lord Horribus
- You may be physically safe in the Sacred Circle of Protection, but we can trick your mind. We will now use your greatest fears against you!
- Torg
- Yawn!
- Bun-Bun
- Hi nerd-boy! I've fathered a bunch of kids for you to take care of!
- Anon 1
- Knocker-head!
- Anon 2
- Jerk!
- Anon 3
- Loser!
- Anon 4
- Gumbo-brain!
- Anon 5
- Spaz!
- Anon 6
- Nerd!
- Torg
- Damn!
- Reakk
- His greatest fear is baby bunnies?
- Anon 1
- Wuss!
- Anon 2
- Freak!
- Lord Horribus
- Make then go away now!
- Lord Horribus
- Why can't we use his fears against him?
- Psyck
- The long of it is, he does not explore consequences in depth, so he has no unknown fears to confront.
- Psyck
- And his memories are limited, so he has no fears from his past.
- Psyck
- The only things he seems to "fear" stem from simpler things we would not even regard.
- Torg
- Hey, are you saying I'm too stupid to be afraid?
- Psyck
- That's the short of it.
- Reakk
- Come with me Torg! We'll have loads of fun!
- Reakk
- He ain't buying it!
- Lord Horribus
- This water torture device will make you leave the Sacred Circle of Protection! The sound of dripping water will eventually drive you mad!
- Reakk
- All right! I'll talk! I'll talk! I stole your teddy-bear!
- Lord Horribus
- Not you, you idiot...
- Lord Horribus
- You stole Mr. Boo-Boo?
- Reakk
- Uh oh!
- Torg
- Look demons! My toe is outside the Sacred Circle of Protection!
- Reakk
- I got him!
- Reakk
- Ahhh! I'm burning with goodness again!
- Lord Horribus
- Aren't you bored of that yet?
- Torg
- Nope! It's still fun. He ain't all there, is he.
- Lord Horribus
- You have no idea.
- Reakk
- Put me out! Put me out!
- Riff
- I've found Torg! But the portal is unstable! You have to grab Torg
now! I'll pull you both back!
- Zoë
- Me? Hell no! You go through!
- Riff
- I've got to stay here! No time to argue!
- Zoë
- Hey!
- Riff
- I'll anchor you here!
- Bun-Bun
- Hey Riff, if the portal closes, won't she be cut in half?
- Riff
- Let me check my notes.
- Zoë
- Ahhhhhh!
- Riff
- That wasn't funny, Bun-Bun!
- Bun-Bun
- Heh heh.
- Lord Horribus
- Torg! Com on! We're here to rescue you!
- Torg
- It took you guys long enough! Let's go!
- Zoë
- Hurry, the portal is closing!
- Torg
- Ahhh!
- Lord Horribus
- Damn! Almost had him!
- Reakk
- Oh well. Up for a game of Scrapple?
- Lord Horribus
- The game is called Scrabble! Scrabble, damn it!
- Reakk
- Does this outfit make me look fat?
- Riff (Nice)
- Welcome home, Torg!
- Riff (Nice)
- I'm so glad you're safe! My auto-tracker worked like a charm!
- Zoë (Nice)
- We were so worried! Oh no! Did they hurt you Torg?
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Kiki, look! Torg's back! Hurray!
- Kiki (Nice)
- Shut up, fur ball, yer gettin' on my nerves.
- Riff (Nice)
- I'll get the med-kit and grab you a new flannel, buddy!
- Zoë (Nice)
- Maybe a back-rub will help you feel better.
- Torg
- Hi folks! I'm fully aware that I'm not in my proper dimension, but hey, Riff's inventions work, Zoë's not mad at me, Bun-Bun is nice, everyone loves me, I think I'm staying.
- Narr
- Meanwhile, back in Torg's home dimension...
- Zoë
- Riff, I think we rescued the wrong Torg.
- Riff
- What gave you that idea? The purple hair? The clothes?
- Riff
- The fact that he only speaks Portuguese?
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Olá, posso ir à sua casa de banho?
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Por favor?
- Zoë
- All right, so you figured it out too.
- Riff
- There are infinite dimensions. We just grabbed the wrong Torg from the wrong "Dimension of Pain," and now I have no idea how to find him.
- Zoë
- Is Torg lost forever?
- Riff
- We have two choices. We can either spend the next several years of our lives scanning over each dimension in the futile hopes of finding Torg's unique signal...
- Zoë
- Or?
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Vindo aqui, meu biscoito-biscoito pequeno precioso!
- Riff
- Or we learn to speak Portuguese.
- Zoë
- Starting with phrases like "don't touch the bunny."
- Bun-Bun
- Back off, nerd-boy!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Ahhhh!!!!
- Torg
- This alternate dimension is fantastic!
- Zoë (Nice)
- I'm so glad you're home, Torg! Do you want another back-rub?
- Riff (Nice)
- Can I get you anything, Torg?
- Torg
- Yeah, grab me a beer!
- Riff (Nice)
- What's a beer?
- Torg
- ohno.
- Torg
- Let me get this straight... In this dimension there are no smokes, no drugs, no booze...
- Riff (Nice)
- I have never even heard of this effect called "fermentation|"
- Torg
- ...No salt, no sugar, no meat...
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Why would anyone want to eat anything but rice cakes?
- Torg
- ...No pornography, no television...
- Zoë (Nice)
- We have PBS, Disney, and soon we'll get the Discovery Channel!
- Torg
- Do you guys even have BLEEP in this dimension?
- Riff (Nice)
- You can't say the "s-e-x" word.
- Torg
- This is BLEEPING unbelieveable!
- Torg
- I hate this BLEEPING place! I'm in BLEEP-BLEEP BLEEP!
- Riff (Nice)
- Please, Torg! Watch your language in this dimension!
- Torg
- Riff, send me the BLEEP home! Or BLEEP, even the Dimension of Pain was better than this.
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Send you away?
- Zoë (Nice)
- We couldn't, Torg! We love you!
- Torg
- All right, I'll stay. I have no choice.
- Riff (Nice)
- This calls for a celebration!
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Yay!
- Zoë (Nice)
- Rice cakes and spring water all around!
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Torg, I know you're unhappy here. I've decided to help you find your way home. I'm pretty good at using Riff's dimensional flux agitator.
- Torg
- Thanks Bun-Bun! Won't you miss me?
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Of course Torg! But your happiness comes first!
- Torg
- Want to come with me?
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- No, I have to stay here, and wait for my Torg. Don't you have a bunny like me, waiting for you in your dimension?
- Bun-Bun
- Say it! Say "Bun-Bun rules!" Say it in english, nerd-boy!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- !Eu não compreendo o inglês!
- Torg
- Quit crying already! I'm going home and that's final. You guys should be looking for your Torg. Hit the switch, Bun-Bun!
- Riff (Nice)
- Bun-Bun! You forgot to recalibrate! There's a 10% chance you just disintegrated him!
- Zoë (Nice)
- Whaa!
- Riff (Nice)
- Whaa!
- Bun-Bun (Nice)
- Whaa!
- Kiki (Nice)
- Anybody want to adopt a ferret? These guys are driving me friggin' nuts!
- Zoë (Portuguese)
- *
- Narr
- * Translated from Portuguese
- Riff (Portuguese)
- Torg (Furry)
- Bunny!
- Zoë (Portuguese)
- Riff
- There's another portal opening up!
- Riff
- Torg?
- Zoë
- Is that really you?
- Torg
- Come here, Bun-Bun! Give daddy a hug!
- Bun-Bun
- Yeah, come closer!
- Zoë
- It's not him! It's not him. He's really gone forever.
- Bun-Bun
- That was fun! Let me know if any other Torgs show up!
- Riff
- Hold on a second... It is our Torg!
- Torg
- Only my Bun-Bun would kick my ass just for trying to give him a hug!
- Riff
- And only our Torg would be dumb enough to use that as a gauge for whether or not he's home!
- Riff
- I'll grab the bactine, buddy!
- Torg
- I'm finally home!
- Zoë
- Welcome back, Torg!
- Torg
- Wow, it is good to be home! Why are you still playing with the dimensional flux agitator?
- Riff
- We still have to get the "alternate-dimension Torg" home.
- Torg
- There's another one of me running around?
- Riff
- You sound excited.
- Torg
- Two of me! Think of the possibilities!
- Riff
- Nope, can't think of anything.
- Torg
- We could do a really cool Doublemint commercial!
- Valerie
- Torg! I heard you were blasted into another dimension! I'm glad you're ok! What's with the hair?
- Torg (Portuguese)
- És muito gira!
- Valerie
- What did you say?
- Torg
- Hey Riff, do you think this other-dimensional Torg is going to get me in to trouble, like in all those sci-fi twilight-zonish stories?
- Riff
- Naw, the other Torg doesn't even speak english.
- Riff
- Torg, I'm not sure if I can get the alternate-Torg home to his dimension.
- Torg
- Too difficult?
- Riff
- That, and the fact he walked off and I haven't seen him all day!
- Torg
- I better find him before he gets himself into trouble
- Valerie
- Torg... We can't! My husband hasn't left for work yet!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Como queiras.
- Torg
- While I'm looking, I should say hi to Val! Have you seen her?
- Valerie
- Call me.
- Valerie
- Torg, Sam is off to work, want to go back to my place?
- Torg
- Can't tonight. I have to track someone down.
- Valerie
- You come on to me like that and then blow me off?!?
- Torg
- Come on to you?
- Valerie
- And how'd you get the purple hair-color out of your hair?
- Torg
- Purple hair?
- Valerie
- And where the hell did you get that bizarre costume?
- Torg
- Bizarre costume?
- Valerie
- And when did you learn to speak Portuguese?
- Torg
- Portuguese?
- Bun-Bun
- He'll figure it out any moment now folks!
- Torg
- I don't have time to figure it out! I've got to find that alternate-dimension Torg!
- Torg
- I've looked everywhere, and I can't find the other Torg.
- Riff
- Let's think about it. He's a pioneer in an alien dimension, and he's also basically you. What would you do?
- Torg
- I checked the bathroom!
- Riff
- No, after that.
- Torg
- Um...
- Torg
- Found him!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- "Bay... Watch..."
- Riff
- What a pioneer.
- Torg
- So, this is the other dimension's Torg, huh? Not a bad looking guy!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- A cara desse homem parece o traseiro dum cão!
- Torg
- Has he met Bun-Bun yet?
- Bun-Bun
- Howdy, el nerd-boys!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Ah! Run away!
- Torg
- Never mind.
- Torg
- Wow! You look great! Your old duds will be out of the dryer in an hour. There's a mirror if you want to see what you look like!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Ahhhiiieeeyyyaaa!
- Torg
- My english-portuguese translation book doesn't have a listing for "ahieya."
- Torg
- "Alteia" means "marshmallow!"
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Ayiaiaiaia!
- Torg
- We need to communicate if we are going to get you home! Hopefully this translation book will do the trick!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Isso é um livro do traduçöes?
- Torg
- Yes! Yes, I do have bananas! I'll get you one!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Pra que raio é que isto serve?
- Torg
- No, I'm afraid I don't have any raspberry-swirl ice cream... Or as you would say: "Às segundas-feiras sou um sapato!"
- Torg (Portuguese)
- "Are... you... a... a... embezzle?"
- Torg
- Embezzle? Embezzle means to steal from a company or boss! I'm a freelance web designer, so I don't have a boss! Why?
- Bun-Bun
- The word is prnounced "imbecile."
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Ahh!
- Torg
- How are we going to get this guy home if we can't even communicate with him?
- Riff
- I dug this out. It's my old junior high school science project. An "auto-translator." You talk into this, press this button, and it will translate what you said.
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Falo para esta coisa?
- Riff
- Riff is so cool! He's the coolest guy ever!
- Torg
- It's just a cassette player, right?
- Torg (Portuguese)
- O meu nome é Torg! Preciso de voltar para casa!
- Riff
- Sally Jenkins is cute. I hear she has a crush on Riff
- Riff
- I forgot I had a self-esteem problem in junior-high.
- Riff
- This is tougher than I thought. Locating the alternate-Torg's home involves some pretty advanced mathematical theories! This is going to take a computer genius!
- Torg
- Maybe I can help. I'm a web designer, so I'm pretty good with computers!
- Riff
- What's this symbol mean?
- Torg
- That represents quantum-physics degradation in a controlled environment!
- Riff
- That's the number three.
- Torg
- Yeah, but can you tell me in which font-size?
- Riff
- I can't do it! There is no way I can find the other Torg's home dimension! I'd have better luck closing my eyes and hitting buttons at random.
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Você percebe-me?
- Zoë
- What do we do now?
- Riff
- I want to sit at Riff's table for lunch!
- Riff
- We just hope that there's an alternate-dimension Riff trying to find this Torg, and that he's better at it than I am.
- Zoë (Portuguese)
- O Torg está condenado!
- Zoë
- Guys! Another portal is opening up!
- Zoë (Portuguese)
- Chegou o momento de ir embora, Torg.
- Riff
- That's your dimension's Zoë?
- Torg
- That's your dimension's Zoë?
- Torg (Portugese)
- Sim, eu tenho mais orte que você.
- Torg
- Wait for us!
- Riff
- Wait for us!
- Zoë
- Hold it, you jerks!
- Torg (Portuguese)
- Adeus amigos!
- Torg
- Well, the alternate-Torg is finally back in his dimension, and I am home in mine!
- Torg
- It's good to be home.
- Zoë
- Feeding time hive brother!
- Riff
- Feeding time hive sister!
- Torg
- It's nice to know I am finally back in my own dimension.
- Riff
- Not quite, foolish mammal! We have tricked you!
- Torg
- Ahhhhhhh!
- Zoë
- We are insect-based life forms in this dimension and we will now feast upon your rotting carcass!
- Torg
- That wasn't funny, guys!
- Riff
- Hey, this storyline begged for a twist ending!
- Narr
- Epilogue:
- Lord Horribus
- No victims left to torture. So now what?
- Reakk
- We could whip each other...
- Demon King
- You fools!
- Reakk
- What was that?
- Lord Horribus
- The Demon King!
- Demon King
- Can you not see the pinhole left behind when the being named Torg escaped us?
- Reakk
- I see it master! But what is it?
- Demon King
- An opening to a new world for us to conquer!
- Demon King
- A new source of souls to be our play things!
- Lord Horribus
- Sire, forgive my insolence, but how can we reach it within the Sacred Circle of Protection?
- Demon King
- I have ordered the evil super mop of the heavens!
- Osp
- Oooh!
- Isp
- Oooh!
- Psyck
- Oooh!
- Lord Horribus
- Oooh!
- Reakk
- Oooh!
- Demon King
- It sweeps, vacuums, and mops at the same time! And I shall use it to absorb the Sacred Circle!
- Psyck
- But ruler, this mop seems so efficient and functional! How can it be evil as well?
- Demon King
- Read the fine print.
- Reakk
- "Allow 4 to 6 eons for delivery."
- Psyck
- Question withdrawn.
- Isp
- Now that's evil!
- Demon King
- When the Sacred Circle is gone, the universe on the other side of the pinhole will be mine! Ahh ha ha haaa!
- Demon King
- Um, has it been 4 eons yet?
- Lord Horribus
- Not yet, sire.
- Demon King
- Maybe I should call the toll-free customer service number.
- Reakk
- The number isn't toll-free, master!
- Demon King
- How evil.
- Riff
- Hey Zoë. What's up?
- Riff
- Something wrong?
- Zoë
- My report card came.
- Riff
- It came on a postcard?
- Zoë
- They didn't think it was worth paying full postage for it.
- Riff
- Neat picture of MacBurgers, though. "Would you like fries with that?"
- Zoë
- Nice to know my college has a sense of humor.
- Zoë
- I can't believe I did so badly this semester! Now it's going to take me that much longer to graduate. My mom is going to go ballistic!
- Riff
- Why don't you just tell her the truth?
- Zoë
- "Mom, I couldn't study for finals because I had to help rescue a friend from Hell, and send his body double to another dimension."
- Riff
- She won't buy it?
- Zoë
- She almost had me committed after trying to explain why Torg's pet bunny would be firing a bazooka at an alien.
- Riff
- I see your point.
- Zoë
- The worst part is she thought it was a plea for more attention from her. I had to change my phone number.
- Torg
- Past due? Second notice? What's with all the overdue bills? Where's Aylee? She's supposed to take care of this stuff!
- Bun-Bun
- She went to file some papers in the filing room.
- Torg
- How long ago was that?
- Bun-Bun
- April.
- Torg
- She's been gone that long? You didn't think anything was wrong?
- Bun-Bun
- She files thing in binary.
- Torg
- Binary.
- Bun-Bun
- Do you know how long it takes to fit thousands of zeros and ones on one of those little folder tags?
- Torg
- Aylee?
- Torg
- Aylee!
- Torg
- Nothing left! Nothing but an empty bag of skin! What could have done this to you?
- Aylee
- Torg!
- Torg
- My god!
- Torg
- Aylee? Is that you?
- Aylee
- Yes Torg! My old body was shed away. It was my larva form, like a caterpillar.
- Aylee
- Strange coincidence. My new form resembles the human females of your planet!
- Torg
- A small percentage of them, at least.
- Aylee
- My new form might be a bit confusing Torg, but my face is up here now.
- Torg
- Riff has got to see this!
- Zoë
- I may still be able to pass one class. There's this professor who doesn't have me. I'm going to try to get him to allow me to turn in my term paper late, so I can pass his class. What do you think? Is it a lost cause?
- Gwynn
- Give it a shot! Nothing is hopeless. You might be surprised! Oh, by the way, I've got another date with Riff!
- Zoë
- Now that is a lost cause.
- Gwynn
- I'm hopeless!
- Torg
- She ain't bad looking, is she?
- Riff
- Yeah, not bad for a man-eating monster from another dimension with no regard for human life.
- Torg
- Yeah.
- Riff
- You didn't pick up any of the sarcasm in that, did you?
- Torg
- You realize, despite the scales and stuff, she's technically naked.
- Aylee
- Torg, you seem so happy with phase 2 of my transformation!
- Torg
- Well, hey, you look a lot better than...
- Torg
- ...Um... Did you say "phase 2?"
- Aylee
- Look! Phase 3!
- Torg
- Holy Flintstones! Bring back phase 2!
- Riff
- So, you're telling me that you'll be going through more of these transformations?
- Aylee
- It is the way of my species, Riff. We go through several stages of transformation allowing us to adapt to our environment. I don't know how many phases I'll go through, or how long I'll remain in each one. Eventually I will lock in to one form and stay that way until immersed un another environment.
- Riff
- So, you know it's happening, but you don't know why.
- Aylee
- Oh, I feel another one coming on... Back in a second...
- Riff
- Torg, we need to talk. You know I've never liked the idea of keeping that alien here. Now with these transformations going on, I'm afraid her true goal may be evil.
- Torg
- Yeah right.
- Aylee
- Look! My new form!
- Bun-Bun
- What the hell is that?
- Torg
- You may have a point there, Riff!
- Aylee
- Torg, these transformation are taking up a lot of my energy. Could I eat someone? Please?
- Anon
- Hello, I couldn't help but notice your door was open. I'm a cross between a Jehovah's Witness, a vacuum sales man, and the guy from the credit card company sent to repossess your tv. Can I have a moment of your time?
- Torg
- It is so hard to stay good in a corrupt world.
- Kiki
- Riff, did you hear? Aylee tried to eat some people, but Torg stopped her!
- Riff
- Yeah, but how long can he keep that alien in check?
- Kiki
- Why are you loading all those weapons?
- Riff
- Kiki, you never could put two and two together.
- Kiki
- Four!
- Riff
- I stand corrected! Could you pass me the box of alien-bait?
- Zoë
- Professor, please... I have my term paper done! It's just a bit late. I really need to pass this class.
- Professor Greywitz
- Sorry Zoë. No exceptions.
- Zoë
- But I have a good excuse. I been very busy rescuing a friend from Hel... ah... that needed help. Between that, my other classes and interning for Dr. Lorna, I could barely...
- Professor Greywitz
- You know Dr. Lorna? I've always wanted to meet her. I'm her biggest fan! I have all of her books! If I could only meet her in person!
- Zoë
- I think it could be arranged...
- Zoë
- Could you pass me first, in case you don't survive the meeting?
- Riff
- Torg, you know I don't trust Aylee.
- Torg
- Yeah, you think she's going to "wig-out" and "devour the world."
- Riff
- It could happen. Why do you think she's going through these transformations? Could it be that her body is trying to find the ultimate form? So she can knock off the species on top of the food chain, meaning us?
- Torg
- Riff, you're acting paranoid.
- Riff
- I never act paranoid.
- Riff
- It draws attention from the "Evil 5" who control the world!
- Torg
- Oh shut up.
- Torg
- Listen, Aylee risked her life to save mine. She's a good secretary and a great friend. I'm not gonna let you blow her away, Riff!
- Riff
- What makes you think I want to kill her?
- Torg
- Yeah, like you don't have a gun under that trench-coat.
- Riff
- I always wear trench-coats.
- Torg
- In June?
- Riff
- Fashion knows no season.
- Kiki
- One gun? He's got a whole arsenal in here!
- Riff
- Shut up, Kiki.
- Zoë
- Lorna, this is one of my college professors, Professor Greywitz.
- Professor Greywitz
- Doctr... hi, Lorna um... hi... I... I'm um...
- Dr. Lorna
- Stop leering at me, you slime! What would your wife think?
- Professor Greywitz
- I'm n-n-not married, um... to any um...
- Dr. Lorna
- Of course not. Not with your lack of commitment. You make me sick!
- Professor Greywitz
- I-I-It's just... just like I imagined it!
- Gwynn
- What class does he teach?
- Zoë
- Public speaking.
- Torg
- You can't kill Aylee and that's final!
- Riff
- Fine. By the way, when I checked in on her, she was so ravaged with hunger, she ate your entire Sandman comics collection.
- Torg
- Like Bun-Bun doesn't destroy my stuff too. At least Aylee's good at heart.
- Riff
- And your Ranma 1/2 comics.
- Torg
- She saved my life!
- Riff
- And your Amazing Spider-Man number one.
- Torg
- Ok, hand over the gun.
- Bun-Bun
- Hey Aylee, word is Riff is going to "take you out."
- Kiki
- Oooh! On a date?
- Aylee
- No, he has a date with Gwynn.
- Bun-Bun
- No, I mean he's gonna "plug" you.
- Aylee
- Why? I'm not leaking.
- Bun-Bun
- You'll leak in blood after he plugs you.
- Aylee
- Shouldn't he plug me after I start leaking?
- Kiki
- Are you saying Riff is going to bandage Aylee if she starts bleeding?
- Bun-Bun
- Kiki, he's going to shoot her with a laser cannon!
- Aylee
- Why would he shoot me just to bandage me up afterwards? I don't get it!
- Kiki
- I'm totally lost.
- Riff
- Listen, Torg. I know you like Aylee, but think about it! If her species' instincts are to take over worlds, how long can she fight it?
- Riff
- You saw her devour an entire starship crew! You saw what her kind did to an entire space station!
- Torg
- Do you know how hard it is to find competent secretary?
- Riff
- Just remember this! It's my fault she's here. If something goes wrong, it's my responsibility to stop her, and I always live up to my responsibilities.
- Torg
- Hey, didn't you have a date with Gwynn an hour ago?
- Riff
- Crap! Was that today?
- Zoë
- Morning, Gwynn! How'd the date with Riff go?
- Gwynn
- It went really well!
- Zoë
- Ok, give me the details!
- Gwynn
- He showed up two hours late, I kicked him in the privates, I went home.
- Zoë
- Oh wow! Gwynn, I'm sorry...
- Gwynn
- Actually, it's the most fulfilling date we've had so far!
- Riff
- Hey Torg! Aylee mutate into any new and horrible forms today?
- Torg
- She encased herself in a cocoon and left me a sticky-note!
- Torg
- "Torg, I'm going through a big change now. It may take some time. All the bills are ready to go in the out-bun, left-overs in the fridge. See you in a few weeks. Love, Aylee"
- Torg
- Now if she was out to kill us all, would she be so considerate as to leave me a sticky-note?
- Bun-Bun
- That wasn't originally a sticky-note, nerd-boy!
- Torg
- Ok, so she's gross, but well-meaning!
- Riff
- I didn't say a word.
- Dr. Lorna
- I don't believe it! I'm the most popular host at this station, and they refuse to pick up the airline tickets for my vacation to France! How cheap! I can't stand cheap jerks!
- Gwynn
- Look at the bright side Lorna. At least the station is giving all of us paid vacations.
- Dr. Lorna
- Not exactly. You see, I work for the station. You both work for me!
- Zoë
- You mean...
- Dr. Lorna
- You're both fired. I'll hire you again in two weeks. Have a great vacation!
- Torg
- With my secretary encased in a cocoon, I can't get a lot done.
- Riff
- And I don't have to worry about saving the world from an alien invasion for now.
- Zoë
- And with the prophesy fulfilled, the comets won't destroy the earth for weeks.
- Torg
- It's summer vacation time!
- Riff
- It's summer vacation time!
- Zoë
- It's summer vacation time!
- Torg
- Comets?
- Riff
- Comets?
- Zoë
- School is out and the office is closed, but that just sounded too dull compared to you guys. You really know how to make a girl sound boring.
- Torg
- Ok, I managed to get us a beach house in North Carolina. It was a bit expensive, but it's prime season and short notice.
- Zoë
- How expensive?
- Riff
- Who cares! As long as it's close to the beach.
- Torg
- Um... "Close" is a subjective term.
- Zoë
- How expensive?
- Torg
- "Expensive" is also a subjective term.
- Zoë
- "Dead" isn't. How expensive?
- Riff
- Alright, everyone! Let's move it out!
- Torg
- Sorry, it's a little cramped in the back, Zoë.
- Zoë
- No problem, You and Riff take the front the first half of the trip, Gwynn and I will take the front for the second half.
- Riff
- Gwynn is coming?
- Gwynn
- Hi Riff! Ok, let's go!
- Riff
- You're not going to kick me again, are you?
- Gwynn
- That depends. Are you still a senseless moron?
- Riff
- Oh crap.
- Gwynn
- Riff! Turn on the damn air conditioning! It's hot as hell in here!
- Riff
- I can't! I had to draw power off the AC to keep the laser cannon charged.
- Zoë
- Well fix it! Why do you need a laser cannon on the front of your truck anyway?
- Torg
- The parkway? In Jersey? During rush hour? Hello?
- Zoë
- I see your point. Never mind.
- Riff
- Incoming!
- Zoë
- Zzzzzzzzzz......snort ...ahem...um...
- Zoë
- eep!
- Gwynn
- Zzz
- Riff
- snore
- Bun-Bun
- Zzz
- Zoë
- Riff! Wake up! You're going to get is killed!
- Riff
- Huh? Aaaah!!!
- Torg
- Damn! That was a close one! We almost ran right into that giant panda!
- Zoë
- "Giant panda?"
- Zoë
- I must be dreaming!
- Kiki
- What did she say?
- Bun-Bun
- She mumbled something about a "big panda." Now be quiet before you wake someone up!
- Bun-Bun
- And keep on that gas pedal! We're never going to make Tijuana at this rate.
- Valerie
- Hi Torg! How's the vacation going?
- Torg
- Hey Val! We're off to a great start. Bun-Bun hijacked the truck because he wanted to go to Tijuana.
- Torg
- He said he wanted to start a "black-market viagra shipping-ring."
- Valerie
- So you're in Tijuana?
- Torg
- Not exactly...
- Bun-Bun
- Hey, which way to Tijuana?
- Anon 1
- A talking animal!
- Anon 2
- It's of the Devil!
- Torg
- Amish countryù Back to the basics! How refreshing!
- Anon 1
- If you are going to stay among us, you must adhere to our beliefs! We shun your evil technology and worldly ways!
- Riff
- Oh, we're not staying.
- Anon 1
- Then why set up show?
- Torg
- Um... How do we explain this, Riff?
- Anon 2
- "Game-Boy", best nickel we ever spent!
- Valerie
- Hi Torg! How's Amish country?
- Torg
- I think we outstayed our welcome. Today we took part in a barn raising!
- Valerie
- That sounds like fun!
- Torg
- Then Bun-Bun chewed it down again.
- Valerie
- Oh no!
- Torg
- Then he introduced the Amish children to the internet... Hey, I gotta run, the angry mob just found us again.
- Riff
- The Amish are long gone, so we'll stay here tonight.
- Torg
- You never fail to amaze me, Bun-Bun! I've never heard of anybody managing to piss of the Amish to the extent you did!
- Gwynn
- Have you ever heard such profanity?
- Zoë
- Not since Dr. Lorna's ratings came in for last quarter.
- Riff
- It was the automatic weapons that surprised me.
- Torg
- Good night, ladies! Get a lot of sleep. We're leaving early tomorrow. We got a lot of lost ground to cover.
- Zoë
- Why do we ahve to keep the animals?
- Torg
- Zoë, you're the one who got us into this mess. Consider it punishment.
- Bun-Bun
- Looks like we're bunking together tonight Zoë! Hubba hubba!
- Zoë
- This is cruel and unusual punishment!
- Bun-Bun
- Yup, I'm both!
- Zoë
- Well, time to hit the hay. Kiki, Bun-Bun, we set up some blankets and pillows in the bathroom...
- Bun-Bun
- Hey Zoë! I can see right up your robe! I see London, I see France...
- Torg
- What the hell is that rabbit doing in here?
- Riff
- Zoë kicked him out. He's staying here tonight.
- Torg
- But we had an arrangement! I'm gonna go talk to her!
- Riff
- She kicked him through the wall.
- Torg
- Um... I'm gonna stay here.
- Bun-Bun
- Which one of you sleeps in the tub?
- Torg
- Welcome to Nags Head, North Carolina. That's our beach house. What do you guys think?
- Zoë
- I think it's quaint!
- Bun-Bun
- Nags Head? Looks more like Nags Ass!
- Torg
- Oh, the locals are gonna love you, Bun-Bun.
- Kiki
- Wow! This place is cool, Torg! You should plan our vacations every year!
- Torg
- Thanks Kiki!
- Gwynn
- Hey! We can see the bay from here!
- Riff
- Good place for a little "shellfish fishing!" Yum!
- Gwynn
- Why are all the houses around here built on stilts?
- Torg
- I don't know, but I think it hsa to do with protecting the homes from flood-damage or something.
- Riff
- I had a scary thought. The support beams are wood, and I haven't seen Bun-Bun for a while.
- Gwynn
- Maybe we should call the realtor and request a house with metal stilts?
- Riff
- I don't think we should mention any of this to the realtor!
- Bun-Bun
- Note to self: be careful chewing through support beams in future...
- Riff
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yahoo!
- Riff
- Jellyfish! Ow, ow, ow, ow!
- Zoë
- Hey, where'd the guys go?
- Gwynn
- They went to Roanoke Sound to do some crabbing.
- Zoë
- How much do you want to bet they forgot the crab-traps?
- Gwynn
- I saw 'em pack the traps and the raft. I was impressed!
- Torg
- We forgot the oars.
- Riff
- Lots of jellyfish in these waters...
- Torg
- Hey, Riff, I had a thought. I might be a little slow on this, but is it really a good idea to be setting jagged metal crab traps in a flimsy rubber raft in a bay filled with sharp-clawed crabs and jellyfish?
- Riff
- Well, not when you put it that way?
- Torg
- Aaaaah! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...
- Riff
- Aaaaah! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...
- Torg
- Wow, I'm really hungry for some crab legs.
- Riff
- Too bad we didn't catch any. I could eat twenty of 'em!
- Torg
- I could eat a whole case of 'em.
- Riff
- I wanted to catch crabs, damn it!
- Torg
- I wish I had a case of crabs!
- Torg
- I'd call all my friends and say, "come on over guys, let's have a raging party! I got a raging case of crabs!"
- Bun-Bun
- I ain't touching this.
- Riff
- I think this conversation took a turn somewhere.
- Torg
- This is interesting! Says here that this area used to be crawling with land-pirates. They'd tie a lantern around the neck of a nag on starless nights. Incoming ships would think the nag was another ship and avoid it, grounding them on the jagged reef! Then they'd swarm the ship, kill the crew, and steal all the gold!
- Bun-Bun
- Cool!
- Torg
- There must be tons of buried treasure around here!
- Bun-Bun
- Buried treasure?
- Torg
- Sure Bun-Bun! The shovel is in the truck! Start digging, and you'll be rich in no tome!
- Bun-Bun
- What do you mean by "me?" The shovel is in the truck, nerd-boy!
- Riff
- Have fun, guys!
- Bun-Bun
- Ok, now just walk back and forth so other ships get tricked into running ashore! We'll loot 'em just like the Nags Head pirates!
- Kiki
- I don't know about this, Bun-Bun...
- Bun-Bun
- It's a starless night! What could go wrong?
- Kiki
- Oooh!
- Kiki
- Fireworks!
- Kiki
- Happy 4th of July, Bun-Bun!
- Bun-Bun
- I'm sick of democracy getting in the way of my plans!
- Riff
- "Sure Bun-Bun! The shovel's in the truck! Start digging for treasure, and you'll be rich in no time!" Good one!
- Bun-Bun
- Get back to work!
- Torg
- Hey! I found something!
- Riff
- What? Pirate treasure?
- Torg
- Even better! Lunch!
- Kiki
- What's the boiling water for?
- Bun-Bun
- It's for that crab. They're gonna throw him in and then eat him!
- Kiki
- They throw him in alive?
- Bun-Bun
- Yup! It's cool! A really painful death!
- Kiki
- Oh no!
- Bun-Bun
- And if you cook a lobster, you can actually hear it scream as it dies!
- Bun-Bun
- You guys are such wusses.
- Zoë
- So, you guys couldn't bear to kill that poor defenseless crab, and here you are, eating them by the dozen! That dosen't bother you at all?
- Gwynn
- Ech! What did they say?
- Zoë
- They either said "we have no time for moral dilemmas" or it was a series of muffled belches.
- Zoë
- Or both.
- Gwynn
- So, how was your burger Zoë?
- Zoë
- A little too greasy. How about your sandwich?
- Gwynn
- Not bad.
- Gwynn
- How long do you think this "all-you-can-eat" crab thing is going to go on?
- Zoë
- Well, the restaurant doesn't close for another four hours.
- Gwynn
- I think I'll walk back to the beach house, it's only a few miles right?
- Jaya Cobbler
- Hi! I'm Jaya! Whatcha doin?
- Kiki
- We're pirates! We're going out to rob and plunder unsuspecting seafarers.
- Jaya Cobbler
- Cool! Can I join? I want to be a pirate!
- Bun-Bun
- Little girls can't be pirates! What do you know about robbing and plundering?
- Jaya Cobbler
- Well, my dad's an investment banker and my mom's a lawyer...
- Bun-Bun
- Welcome aboard, first mate!
- Kiki
- Hey! I'm supposed to be first mate!
- Mr. Cobbler
- Its so calm and peaceful here! The beach is practically empty! No stress, no nothing. Ahhhh!
- Mrs. Cobbler
- Yes, honey! Isn't this great?
- Mr. Cobbler
- Arrgh!!!
- Mr. Cobbler
- I can't take it anymore! The pace is too slow here! It's killing me! I tried! I promised I'd try, but I've had enough! I'm only human!
- Mrs. Cobbler
- We've only been here fifteen minutes.
- Mr. Cobbler
- Cell... phone! ...Need... cell... phone...
- Jaya Cobbler
- Mom? I met a really cool talking bunny and ferret! We're all going to be pirates, is that ok?
- Mrs. Cobbler
- Sure, Honey! Just don't go too far!
- Mrs. Cobbler
- That girl is so imaginative. Talking bunnies.
- Mr. Cobbler
- "Imaginative," nothin'. This place is driving her crazy!
- Mr. Cobbler
- I'm even starting to hear talking animals! That sea gull up there is saying "get your butts home!"
- Mrs. Cobbler
- Looks to me like he was saying "look out below!"
- Mr. Cobbler
- Damn!
- Bun-Bun
- Ahoy ship! We are swarthy pirates! Hand over yer gold or be sunk ta Davey Jone's Locker!
- Jaya Cobbler
- Har!
- Kiki
- Har!
- Helen
- Look Harold! A child and her pets are playing pirate! This is the cutest thing I've ever seen! Get my camera!
- Harold
- Helen, I came out here to get away from the squalid common folk. Don't evcourage them.
- Helen
- You are not fun at all!
- Helen
- "Please someone save me from the mean old pirates! Don't shoot that realistic looking toy harpoon gun at us! Oh no!"
- Bun-Bun
- Fire at will! Aim for the fat broad!
- Kiki
- Aye aye, Cap'n
- Bun-Bun
- Surrender yer loot, or prepare to be boarded!
- Jaya Cobbler
- Har!
- Kiki
- Har!
- Helen
- Oh Harold, they're adorable! Let's bring them on board!
- Harold
- Some dirty street-urchin and her flea-bitten pets? On my yacht? I think not.
- Bun-Bun
- Ye don't be smellin' too sweetly yerself! To the plank with ye!
- Zoë
- Y'know, I've been thinking. Torg and Riff have been doing things like going crabbing, fishing, tying beers to kites and sending them out to sea for world peace...
- Gwynn
- So?
- Zoë
- All we've been doing lying out in the sun.
- Gwynn
- And?
- Zoë
- Well, shouldn't we be trying to accomplish something?
- Gwynn
- Like what?
- Narr
- Special guest star, the prez!
- Zoë
- "Gratuitous bikini-shot sunday?" Yeah, like that'll happen.
- Harold
- Please... um... Captain Bun! Don't make us walk the plank tied up like this! We'll drown!
- Bun-Bun
- Har! That tis the point!
- Bun-Bun
- And here be another!
- Harold
- Aaaah!
- Jaya Cobbler
- We're not gonna let them drown, are we?
- Kiki
- Naw, Bun-Bun just pretends to be mean.
- Kiki
- See! He shoved them off into the shallows! They're fine!
- Bun-Bun
- Shallows? Kiki! Turn the boat around before we run aground!
- Kiki
- But... I thought... you'd want... the yacht... in the shallows...
- Kiki
- Alright, I'll walk the plank again.
- Bun-Bun
- And when you get down there, roll those two lard-asses into the deep-end!
- Jaya Cobbler
- Hi! I'm Jaya the pirate, and I'm shanghaiing you guys!
- Zoë
- Do you even know what "shanghai" means?
- Jaya Cobbler
- Yeah! We kidnap you and force you to do tortuous things you don't want to do!
- Torg
- Ok ladies, let's go fishing!
- Zoë
- Sorry, Jaya, we've already been shanghaied.
- Jaya Cobbler
- Darn!
- Gwynn
- Ok, what do I do next?
- Riff
- Nothing till you get a bite. When that happens, I'll tell you what to do.
- Gwynn
- I got a bite!
- Riff
- Next step, you jump in the ocean and fetch that fishing rod back.
- Gwynn
- No problem! After I get the rod back, where do I shove it? Or is that my call?
- Zoë
- I'm surprised you're using a normal fishing pole, Riff.
- Riff
- What do you mean?
- Zoë
- I'd have thought you'd invent some new kind of robotic super fishing pole or something.
- Riff
- Or bait my hook with a cybernetic worm armed with fish-seeking radon torpedoes?
- Zoë
- Can we eat the fish you catch?
- Riff
- Only if you don't mind your hair falling out.
- Torg
- Hey old timer. What's your story?
- Joe
- Aye, me name is Joe, but they call me Old Salty. My tale is a harrowing one if you have the time!
- Narr
- Old Salty's tale is an epic one of power and deceit on the open seas. The morals and issues transcend time, and much can be gleaned from it. His tale changes the lives of Torg, Riff, Zoë and Gwynn, deeply and forevermore. But since all we care about is establishing a rustic, slightly senile "Gordon's Fisherman" looking guy, we've omitted the tale to make room for more Bun-Bun comics!
- Bun-Bun
- Har!
- Narr
- You're welcome!
- Joe
- Aye, you tourists don't belong here! Ya have no sense! Look at that! A storm's a-comin', the ocean's restless, and some idjits are about to get swept into the pier where their bodies will be dashed against the barnacle-covered poles that'll shred their skin before the undertow drags them to their death. The poor idjits.
- Joe
- Gives a whole now meaning to the term "pier pressure!" Ha! It's funny!
- Zoë
- Um... Torg... Those are our idjits!
- Kiki
- Um, Cap'n, I was thinking maybe you could help paddle?
- Bun-Bun
- So, it's a mutiny, is it?
- Jaya Cobbler
- Eek!
- Kiki
- I'll save you, Jaya!
- Kiki
- The current is too strong! Bun-Bun, help!
- Bun-Bun
- Yeah, sure Kiki! I'm just gonna dive right in and save you morons. Give me one good reason.
- Bun-Bun
- Hmmm... Well, I can't really be a pirate captain without a crew, can I?
- Bun-Bun
- So, I guess I'm off to Tijuana to start that Viagra black market shipping ring.
- Joe
- Quit thrashing around, girl! The sharks'll think yer a wounded fish and come after ya!
- Zoë
- Jaya, Kiki! Hold on!
- Jaya Cobbler
- Help!
- Anon
- I say, old chap, what do you make of that?
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- I'd say it was a wounded fish.
- Anon
- Ah, yes, that would be food then wouldn't it.
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- I would'nt know, I'm a bottom feeder.
- Anon
- Oh, I do wish you'd leave your lineage out of it. Well, cheerio, I'm off for a quick bite.
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- See you at the cribbage match!
- Zoë
- Oh my god! Shark!
- Jaya Cobbler
- Eek!
- Kiki
- oh no.
- Gwynn
- I'm going for a phone!
- Joe
- No time! If the undertow doesn't kill her, the shark will! She's done for!
- Riff
- We need to think! We...
- Riff
- Torg! I said think! Think!
- Zoë
- Torg! No!
- Joe
- Well, yer friend just died in vain. Stupid tourists.
- Riff
- Torg might just surprise you.
- Joe
- How's he gonna deal with a hungry shark bare-handed?
- Riff
- How about he dives in and accidentally plows headfirst into the shark, knocking them both out?
- Joe
- I see your point.
- Joe
- Of course this means Torg drowns, and the girl still gets swept under the pier and drowns.
- Riff
- I see your point.
- Riff
- I've got to get them away from the pier. Don't worry, I'm a good swimmer.
- Zoë
- Please be careful, Riff!
- Zoë
- Wow! Look at Riff go! He is a good swimmer! He's almost walking on water!
- Joe
- I'd say the jellyfish had something to do with that!
- Riff
- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
- Mrs. Cobbler
- Thank you so much for saving my baby!
- Mr. Cobbler
- How can we repay you? How much money do you want?
- Mrs. Cobbler
- Ignore my husband. I want you to know that we consider you part of the family now! We want you both to be part of Jaya's life!
- Torg
- Cool! But first we gotta find my pet rabbit. He's on his way to Tijuana to set up a black-market Viagra trade, and he must be stopped!
- Mr. Cobbler
- How do you spell your last names again?
- Anon 1
- You two were so brave to rescue that little girl! You're heroes!
- Torg
- Who knew Baywatch was a documentary!
- Anon 2
- We're sorry we got here too late!
- Riff
- No prob! The photos you took with us more than make up for it.
- Anon 2
- "To Bun-Bun with love." There.
- Anon 2
- Can I ask you why this "Bun-Bun" would want photos of you guys with us?
- Torg
- It's going to make him so happy.
- Torg
- Where's Riff and Gwynn?
- Zoë
- They went for a long walk on the beach! I guess it's just us tonight.
- Kiki
- Oooh! Look Bun-Bun! Torg and Zoë are gonna smooch!
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun?
- Kiki
- Oh, that's right, you're lost at sea. We miss you so much, Bun-Bun.
- Anon
- I'm sorry, but your pet rabbit is lost at sea!
- Torg
- Yes!
- Zoë
- Yes!
- Riff
- Yes!
- Torg
- Want to watch a movie?
- Zoë
- Actually, I was wondering if we could just talk for a while.
- Zoë
- I... just wanted to tell you how great it was... what you did, to save that little girl! I've never seen anything so brave in my life!
- Torg
- Wow! If you think I'm great, Valerie will flip when she hears!
- Torg
- Oh, wait, do you think it would be stupid if I called her to say how great I was?
- Zoë
- Not as stupid as I was about to be.
- Torg
- So I should call? Yes? No? You want to call?
- Bun-Bun
- Day 4 at sea, with no food or water. I can feel the sun beating down on my brain, and the hallucinations have begun.
- Kiki
- You left us to die, Bun-Bun!
- Jaya Cobbler
- You left us to die!
- Bun-Bun
- Ha! Damn straight you losers! You could'nt just paddle the 20 feet to shore? You morons!
- Bun-Bun
- The hallucinations have cheered me up immensely.
- Torg
- Wow! This has been a great, awesome, fantastic vacation!
- Riff
- Yeah!
- Kiki
- Torg, how can you say that with Bun-Bun lost at sea?
- Torg
- Because I'm too tone-deaf to sing it!
- Narr
- Fun rabbit fact: Rabbits constantly scratch and chew at their surroundings. This maintains the length and sharpness of their teeth and claws.
- Narr
- In most situations, this is beneficial for the rabbit.
- Narr
- Being in the middle of the ocean in a rubber raft is not one of those situations.
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- How's your headache, old chap?
- Anon
- Ghastly, and I'm still quite peckish.
- Anon
- Now, that's an odd fish! Would that be a "wounded" fish?
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- My, now this is odd! It appears to be a "rabbit."
- Anon
- "Rabbit?"
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- "Noun. Plural: rabbits, also rabbit. A timid small long-eared burrowing herbivore mammal."
- Anon
- Can you eat it?
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- It's listed as "yummy."
- Anon
- Right-o! I'll be back in a tad.
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- I really don't care for this ghastly business of yours, but...
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- Dear Editor, please kindly update your entry under the heading "rabbit". The errors are not only glaring, but seem totally antonymous. I look forward to the updated edition. Yours truly, ...
- Reginald J. Bottomfeeder
- ... Reginald J. Bottomfeeder (post mortum)
- Riff
- Torg! What the hell is going on? Look at us!
- Torg
- Well, Pete went on vacation, and needed to rush this week, so we are having stick-figure week!
- Riff
- Who's Pete?
- Torg
- He's the guy who draws this comic.
- Riff
- "Draws?" That point is debatable.
- Torg
- You should see Bun-Bun!
- Riff
- So, we are going to be stick-figures all week, right?
- Torg
- Right.
- Riff
- I've got no pockets! What am I supposed to do with my hands?
- Torg
- I guess it won't be so bad, as long as Pete maintains his quality of humor.
- Riff
- Right.
- Torg
- Right.
- Riff
- This sucks! Lasts comic didn't even have a punchline!
- Torg
- According to this bar-chart, readership is dropping off in a big way!
- Riff
- What bar-chart? I don't see anything?
- Torg
- Look at the way we are drawn! Do you really think Pete would take the time to draw props and backgrounds?
- Torg
- Hey, does that constitute a punchline?
- Riff
- No.
- Riff
- Well, the art might be cheap-o, but at least Pete hasn't sunk to using the same panels over and over again.
- Torg
- Right.
- Riff
- Well, the art might be cheap-o, but at least Pete hasn't sunk to using the same panels over and over again.
- Torg
- Right.
- Riff
- This really sucks.
- Torg
- Right.
- Torg
- Hi Bun-Bun!
- Bun-Bun
- This week sucks!
- Zoë
- Hey guys! Check out my new dress! What do you think?
- Torg
- Do you want to tell Zoë about "stick-figure week," or can I?
- Riff
- Stick-figure week sucks. "Sucks" being the word-of-the-week.
- Zoë
- There are advantages to it!
- Torg
- Like what?
- Zoë
- I haven't washed my hair all week and no one can tell!
- Riff
- Finally, a funny comic!
- Riff
- Ha ha
- Torg
- Way to go Pete!
- Torg
- Ha ha ha
- Zoë
- I'm going to kill him!
- Torg
- Well, since this is stick-figure week, we can take advantage of it to show you some scenes that couldn't be shown previously due to content.
- Riff
- Like what?
- Torg
- Here's a photo of Zoë: naked!
- Riff
- Alright!
- Zoë
- Eek!
- Torg
- Here's a picture of the carnage left behind when Bun-Bun visited a telemarketing firm!
- Riff
- Oh gross! I think I'm going to be sick!
- Torg
- See! Even vomit is acceptable in a stick-figure world!
- Riff
- I feel better now.
- Zoë
- How dare you show that photo!
- Riff
- Well, that about wraps up stick-figure week!
- Bun-Bun
- E-mail Pete! Don't let stick-figure week end! Keep graphic violence alive!
- Narr
- Vacation is over, and life has returned to some semblance of normality. Since his secretary is still encased in a cocoon, Torg's workload has doubled, but despite the work, he can't keep Valerie off his mind.
- Narr
- Zoë and Gwynn are back to work for Dr. Lorna. Her ratings are down. They are in hell.
- Narr
- Riff is doing... whatever it is Riff does, and Kiki is worrying about what happened to Bun-Bun. She wonders if he is still alive, and if he ever made it to Tijuana.
- Gil
- Wnat to smoke some pot?
- Bun-Bun
- Go to hell, little buddy!
- Bun-Bun
- So, Gil, is there any way off this island?
- Gil
- Ships pass by in the distance every now and then. Can't think of how to signal 'em.
- Bun-Bun
- I could chew down this tree and use the wood for a signal fire.
- Gil
- Yeah, and we can light it with the flare from the flare gun!
- Bun-Bun
- You have a flare gun?
- Gil
- Oh, sorry. I forgot I made it into a bong.
- Bun-Bun
- You know why they call it a "bong," don't you?
- Gil
- Gyah!
- Torg
- Bun-Bun, gone for good. Good! Right?
- Torg
- Aylee, are you ok?
- Torg
- Val, do I tell you how I feel?
- Torg
- Sam is gonna kill me!
- Torg
- Gotta focus! If I don't get this work done, I'm going to lose my clients and go bankrupt! Runied!
- Narr
- Self-inflicted lobotomy: stress management for the 90's.
- Zoë
- Torg doesn't know how to deal with his feelings toward Val. He feels like he's betraying Sam. He's worried about Aylee, he misses Bun-Bun, and he's been working non-stop since he got back from vacation. Can't you see he's losing it, Riff?
- Riff
- He's fine.
- Torg
- Oooh! Ugh! Me Torgo of jungle. Ugh, ugh. Come, ape friends.
- Torg
- Oooh-ooh! Must mark territory. Ugh, ugh.
- Zoë
- Oh, he looks fine to me.
- Riff
- He did the same thing last year, only it was in a supermarket, and without the loin-cloth.
- Riff
- Ok, now you're starting to worry me, buddy.
- Torg
- Don't worry about me, Riff. I'm fine.
- Riff
- Then why are you still wearing the leopard skin?
- Torg
- My other clothes are in the wash.
- Riff
- What are you working on?
- Torg
- I'm fashioning a crude weapon out of a side-shifter joystick and a Zip disk.
- Riff
- What's that smell?
- Torg
- Oh! I just discovered fire. Want to check it out?
- Kiki
- Torg, are you acting weird because you miss Bun-Bun?
- Torg
- Bun-Bun? I don't miss Bun-Bun at all!
- Riff
- Then what's that on your hand?
- Torg
- There's nothing on his hand you jerks!
- Torg
- Mr. Sock-Lop says, "It's time to die!" Ka-click!
- Riff
- Never mind.
- Kiki
- Hi, Mr. Sock-Lop! I'm Kiki!
- Bill Stuccum
- Hello! I'm Bill Stuccum from the A.G.H. phone company. Can I speak to a... Mr. Torg please?
- Torg
- Hold on, I'll get him.
- Torg
- I'll kill you, you freakin' telemarketer scum! How dare you call here! I'm gonna carve your spleen out and use it for sausage casing...
- Torg
- Sigh... I guess I do miss Bun-Bun.
- Torg
- I'm sorry I missed my deadlines, but please give me another chance!
- Torg
- I was stressed out for a little while, but I'm ok now.
- Torg
- Could you hold on a minute? My secretary just exploded. Hello? Hello?
- Torg
- I should really stop being so honest with clients.
- Torg
- Aylee?
- Torg
- Boy, what a mess!
- Torg
- Wow, Aylee! You're new form looks just like Zoë!
- Zoë
- I am Zoë! I just stopped by to see if yu were ok, and walked right into the path of the exploding cocoon...
- Torg
- If you are you, then where's Aylee? ...Zoë? ...Zoë? ...Hello?
- Torg
- I really don't want to turn around, do I?
- Bun-Bun
- Gil, I have got to get off this island. I'm going crazy!
- Gil
- There is nothing to do but hang out and get stoned. You sure you don't want any?
- Gil
- Gyahh!!!
- Bun-Bun
- This is your brain on drugs!
- Gil
- Whoa... Trippy!
- Gil
- What's so funny?
- Bun-Bun
- Ha ha ha
- Bun-Bun
- Me, doing public service messages!
- Gil
- Is that like "community service?"
- Torg
- I like your new form, Aylee! This'll prove to Riff that you're not some monster that needs to be destroyed!
- Aylee
- You really like it?
- Torg
- Yeah, you look like a cute puppy-snake thingy. I wonder why Zoë was freaked out.
- Aylee
- And look! If I tense all my muscles, I can do this!
- Aylee
- I look just like a pretty flower!
- Torg
- Um... Riff hates flowers. Maybe you shouldn't show that to Riff.
- Torg
- You do not "look like a flower" when you do that Aylee!
- Aylee
- I do too look like a flower!
- Aylee
- Riff's in the other room. I'll just go show him, and that'll prove it.
- Torg
- Aylee... no!
- Aylee
- Hey, Riff, look!
- Riff
- Aaaah!
- Riff
- Get back here, you alien slime-bag!
- Kiki
- Hey, Torg, have you seen Aylee? She looks just like a flower!
- Torg
- Riff, calm down! Aylee only looks like a monster when she tenses up her muscles! She's really harmless! I'm going to call her in here, and I want you two to talk.
- Torg
- You'll see she's nothing to be afraid of.
- Riff
- Sure. Like I'm afraid.
- Torg
- Ok, come in, Aylee.
- Riff
- Aaaah!
- Aylee
- Eek!
- Torg
- Guess she got tense.
- Riff
- Get back here!
- Aylee
- I'm sorry Torg, I really screwed things up. I just get so scared when I see Riff! I think he really wants to kill me!
- Torg
- It's ok Aylee. Don't feel bad. But I think you might want to hide out for a while.
- Aylee
- So I don't look like a flower?
- Torg
- You'll always be a flower to me, Aylee!
- Aylee
- Yay!
- Aylee
- What kind of flower?
- Torg
- Medic!
- Aylee
- Medic? What kind of flower is that?
- Riff
- I don't know how that alien scum managed to get away from me before, but with this scum-tracking targeting device I've installed, our next meeting will be our last.
- Kiki
- Aylee is my friend! Don't hurt her! I can't bear to think of you as evil! Stay good, Riff, stay good!
- Riff
- Kiki, it's complicated to explain. Aylee doesn't belong here, and I'm worried about Torg being alone with her in that apartment!
- Kiki
- Oh, then it's ok! Torg isn't in his apartment, he's in the hospital!
- Riff
- The hospital!?!
- Kiki
- Yeah, Aylee "punctured his lung" or something. Whatever that means.
- Kiki
- Hey, the scum-tracking targeting device is targeting your laundry basket!
- Torg
- Ahhhhh, peace and quiet. I can finally get some rest.
- Aylee
- Surprise!
- Torg
- Aylee?!?
- Aylee
- I'm sorry I hurt you, Torg! Is there anything I can get for you?
- Torg
- You could start by getting off my punctured lung and putting that tube back in my arm!
- Riff
- Torg is in bad shape all because of that alien!
- Kiki
- Torg said it was an accident!
- Zoë
- Just chill the hell out Riff!
- Zoë
- You've been gunning for Aylee for a while now, but she hasn't done anything to indicate she's gonna kill us all. I admit, when I saw her, I got freaked out! But you shouldn't decide whether or not to kill her based on the way she looks! What if I looked like a monster? Or if Kiki did?
- Riff
- It's not what she looks like, it's what she is! It's where she's from, I... you don't...
- Riff
- I've got to go.
- Zoë
- That guy has serious communication issues.
- Kiki
- He looks really sad!
- Aylee
- Yeah, Riff is nuts!
- Zoë
- Aylee!? How'd you manage to get in here?
- Aylee
- I had to see Torg! I felt so bad. What happened to him was all my fault.
- Kiki
- Hiya, Aylee!
- Aylee
- But getting to see him gave me this warm fuzzy feeling inside!
- Aylee
- Oh wait, that was the security guard I had to eat to get in here. He had a lot of facial hair.
- Zoë
- I... um... gotta go catch up with Riff. Have fun you two!
- Bun-Bun
- There's a ship! Light the signal fire!
- Gil
- Breat timing! I just doused the pyre with alcohol, like you said!
- Bun-Bun
- You used a wine cooler? There's not enough alcohol in that to be flammable! The pyre will never burn now!
- Gil
- What do we do?
- Bun-Bun
- Don't worry, I have a plan!
- Anon 1
- Captain! There's a fire on that island! Wait, it's moving. Oh my god! It's a man on fire!
- Anon 2
- Quick, get a rescue boat out there!
- Anon 1
- Captain, that man is badly burned! We have to go to the nearest port.
- Anon 2
- No! We're heading to Tijuana.
- Anon 1
- But sir, he needs serious medical attention!
- Anon 2
- We are heading to Tijuana, and that's final! Question me again and I'll have you shot.
- Anon 1
- This is a tourist cruise ship, not a military vessel, "sir!" We are heading to the nearest port!
- Anon 2
- I tried! Can I still have the Viagra?
- Bun-Bun
- You're lucky I don't shuffle-board your ass overboard!
- Valerie
- Riff! Zoë! I just head Torg is in the hospital!
- Valerie
- Is he ok? Poor Torg! I'm so worried about him!
- Zoë
- Hey, wouldn't it be neat if you spent a minute worrying about your husband?
- Valerie
- You have something you want to say to me, Zoë?
- Kiki
- Oooh! Look Riff! A "cat fight!"
- Riff
- Um... I have no idea where Kiki picked up that phrase... Oh, look at the time... I gotta run!
- Zoë
- Sam never knew what he was getting into when he married a tramp like you.
- Valerie
- You just can't stand the fact that you let Sam slip through your fingers. Now Torg's the only guy who'll even look your way, and you're all upset that he'd rather spend time with me!
- Zoë
- I don't need guys to follow me around like puppy-dogs just to have some feeling of self-worth.
- Valerie
- That's obvious, since you date so often.
- Zoë
- I just think it's wrong for you to fawn all over Torg while poor Sam goes about his day thinking he can trust his wife. Maybe I should just clue him in, because it's embarrassing and sickening to watch.
- Valerie
- Just keep out of my business, and out of my way, or else.
- Zoë
- Sure thing.
- Kiki
- I thought you said there'd be hair-pulling and eye-clawing!
- Riff
- What a rip-off!
- Anon 1
- Aaaaaah!!!
- Anon 2
- Aaaaaah!!!
- Anon 3
- Good lord! You just pushed those two kids overboard!
- Bun-Bun
- She said she wanted to jump, and he said he'd have to go after her.
- Bun-Bun
- I was just obliging them.
- Anon 3
- But how could you? Why? Why?
- Bun-Bun
- He said he was "king of the world" and I'm ambitious!
- Anon 3
- I can't help but feel you've deprived the world of something... lucrative!
- Bun-Bun
- This cruise ship will have me home in no time. Nothing can stop me now.
- Anon
- Iceberg!
- Bun-Bun
- Iceberg? What? Oh no!
- Anon
- Romaine! Radicchio!
- Anon
- My god, they have every kind of lettuce imaginable at the salad bar!
- Bun-Bun
- Well, I'd normally kill the guy, but I've got a thing for lettice.
- Aylee
- Are you sure you're ok, Torg?
- Torg
- I'm fine Aylee. I just gotta stay calm, and relax for a few days. Nothing stressful. I don't want to risk tearing my stitches.
- Bun-Bun
- I'm back!
- Aylee
- Was that your stitches?
- Torg
- My stitches, my brain, and my shoe-laces.
- Bun-Bun
- Hey zucchini-face, I like your new look. What happened to nerd-boy?
- Aylee
- I punctured his lung.
- Bun-Bun
- That'll teach him.
- Torg
- How... but how did you... I mean...
- Bun-Bun
- Shut yer yap, nerd-boy, before you pop a capillary. I got picked up by a passing ship that dropped me off relatively local. I made my way back. End of story.
- Torg
- Oh well. I mean... welcome back.
- Bun-Bun
- Nice to see you too.
- Torg
- At least you gave up that crazy idea of going to Tijuana and starting a "Viagra black-market shipping-ring."
- Bun-Bun
- Not quite. The first thing I did when I got home was to jump online and set the whole ting up. Shipping, distributions, payoffs, and a hefty profit which is auto-deposited to a Swiss bank account. I'm rich!
- Bun-Bun
- The internet, a global source of practical uses!
- Torg
- That sounds familiar.
- Torg
- I have a question. If your money is in Switzerland, how do you get to it?
- Bun-Bun
- You really suck, nerd-boy.
- Torg
- Nice to see you too!
- Kiki
- Welcome home Bun-Bun! We missed you so much that we're throwing you a party.
- Bun-Bun
- Whoopee.
- Bun-Bun
- I'm so freakin' touched.
- Torg
- Hey, we already paid for the banner!
- Torg
- For our comics birthday, we proudly present Bun-Bun singing "The Nifty Song," sung to the tune of "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow."
- Torg
- For this is a nifty darn comic, for this is a nifty darn comic, for this is a nifty darn comic... and nerd-boy is nifty tooooo.
- Torg
- And nerd-boy is nifty too.... and nerd-boy is nifty...
- Bun-Bun
- What the hell is that?
- Torg
- Bun-Bun, meet Mr. Sock-Lop!
- Bun-Bun
- I don't think that sock and arm of yours are going to be around for the second birthday, nerd-boy.
- Torg
- I'm out of here!
- Gwynn
- I'm sorry for talking your ear off for the last hour, Zoë. I like Riff a lot, but I can never get a read on him. He just won't open up and talk to me. I think we might have a future, but I just can't tell.
- Zoë
- Heh...
- Gwynn
- What's so funny?
- Zoë
- I was just thinking how messed-up relationships are. I bet somewhere Riff is saying the exact same thing about you to Torg.
- Torg
- How's things going with Gwynn?
- Riff
- We made out the other day.
- Torg
- Cool! Up for a game of "Total Annihilation?"
- Riff
- I was just thinking how messed-up this beer tastes.
- Gwynn
- I'm confused. Tell me again what's happening with Torg and this "Valerie"?
- Zoë
- You remember Sam? Val is his wife, but Torg has this major crush on her.
- Gwynn
- Does she like Torg?
- Zoë
- Either that or she's leading him on. She seems like the type to need to be the center of attention.
- Gwynn
- I always thought you sort of liked Torg.
- Zoë
- I think of Torg as a friend, a brother. My desire to punch Val in the head is more like a hobby.
- Gwynn
- Ah.
- Narr
- To catch everyone up on the current relationships occurring in the comic, I've set up this nifty flow chart:
- Narr
- Zoë does not seem to be too fond of Val.
- Narr
- Zoë and Torg are friends.
- Narr
- Torg is afraid Sam will find out abut his feelings toward Val, and he feels guilty about it.
- Narr
- Sam always had a crush on Zoë.
- Narr
- Gwynn is Zoë's friend and coworker.
- Narr
- Riff and Gwynn appear to be having an on-again off-again relationship.
- Narr
- Riff and Torg are long time best buds.
- Narr
- Aylee is an alien from another dimension, and Torg's secretary.
- Narr
- Riff thinks Aylee is a danger to humanity and wants to destroy her.
- Narr
- Kiki is Riff's pet ferret.
- Narr
- Kiki used to be Sam's pet ferret, until Kiki bothered Val, and Sam kicked her out!
- Narr
- Val and Sam are married.
- Narr
- Torg and Val have some kind of crush on each other. They have yet to act on their feelings.
- Narr
- Bun-Bun is Torg's pet bunny. I mean, Torg happens to live with Bun-Bun, a mean bunny with a switchblade.
- Narr
- Got all that? Good! Because now a lot of it is going to change!
- Qwirky Waltons
- This just in. More bodies have been found in our area. Police admit that these are connected to the bodies found last week, but still will not confirm rumors of the strange conditions of the victims. How can you stay safe? We'll tell you at the end of the program so you'll stick around for our more boring news.
- Torg
- Bun-Bun?
- Bun-Bun
- I've been lost at sea the past few weeks, so don't look at me.
- Torg
- Aylee?
- Aylee
- I just got out of my cocoon!
- Zoë
- Maybe for once something weird is going on and it has nothing to do with us!
- Torg
- Yeah, maybe you're right, Zoë.
- Zoë
- Wow, I didn't realize how late it got. Great, now I have to walk home alone at night with a serial killer lose in the area.
- Zoë
- Oh, Zoë. Stop being so paranoid!
- Zoë
- That's a good sign! Normally bad stuff starts happening right after I say that.
- Riff
- I couldn't help but notice you following my friends.
- Kullan
- What's it to you?
- Riff
- Hold on, let me check my notes...
- Riff
- Pale skin, glowing eyes, fangs, floating a foot off the ground... Vampire, right?
- Kullan
- Bingo.
- Riff
- Damn! See, I thought you were just a pervert or a serial killer or something! I only brought my laser cannon. Let me go grab a woodens take and I'll be back in a flash!
- Kullan
- I don't think so!
- Riff
- Back!
- Kullan
- I have business elsewhere, but we will meet again.
- Riff
- My weapons are useless against this foe! Damn! I'm going to have to research and design a whole new arsenal from the ground up! Cool!
- Torg
- Hi Val! I just called to saw "what's up!"
- Valerie
- Torg, you know how we feel about each other. We haven't acted on it but we both know. I'm leaving Sam tonight. Meet me in the park in an hour or never see me again.
- Torg
- But I have plans tonight! I plan on not having Sam shoot me in the head!
- Sam
- Val? I'm home early!
- Sam
- What's this?
- Valerie
- Sam, it's been fun, but it's time for the charade of our marriage to end. Torg and I are going to be very happy together. You koew this was coming. It's time. Love, Valerie
- Torg
- I've only got a half an hour to decide whether to run off with Val or not! I don't know what to do!
- Zoë
- Well, how do you really feel about...
- Riff
- Zoë! Are you ok?
- Torg
- Riff! What's wrong?
- Riff
- Take this stake. We've got a vampire! It's after Zoë, but no one is safe!
- Zoë
- I don't believe this! Just when I think we might be having a nice, ordinary issue to deal with, like adultery, you come in screaming about vampires! What happened to normal problems, like credit-card debt?
- Riff
- The undead always pay their balances off in full.
- Zoë
- That figures.
- Torg
- I've gotta make sure Val is ok!
- Riff
- If you find that vamp, stake him through the heart! That's on the left side!
- Riff
- You'll also need a holy symbol to drive him back in case he's too strong for you!
- Torg
- Will this can of beer work?
- Riff
- Is it light beer?
- Torg
- Nope.
- Riff
- That should do the trick.
- Torg
- Later!
- Zoë
- If it is a real vampire, are we safe?
- Riff
- Yeah, he can't come in unless he's invited.
- Kullan
- Can I come in?
- Kiki
- Sure! I'm leaving to play with Bun-Bun, but make youreslf at home.
- Kullan
- Mind if I burst through the door instead of opening it?
- Kiki
- That sounds neat!
- Kullan
- You will not escape me this time!
- Riff
- Zoë, stay behind me!
- Torg
- Valerie!
- Valerie
- Torg! There you are! I thought you weren't coming! I've been waiting a long time!
- Torg
- We gotta get back to Zoë's apartment! Something weird is going on! Something about a vampire!
- Valerie
- A very long time indeed.
- Kullan
- Aaaaa!
- Riff
- You ok, Zoë?
- Zoë
- Yeah, are you ok?
- Sam
- What the hell is going on here! Where are Valerie and Torg!?!
- Sam
- And what happened to your door?
- Sam
- And what the hell is that?
- Riff
- I gotta run. Being yelled at makes me queasy.
- Valerie
- Hi honey! Look what I found! Can I keep him?
- Valerie
- Val is a vampire too?
- Riff
- Keep back, Sam. She's not the wife you knew! She's a servant of the undead!
- Riff
- Oh crap.
- Valerie
- Poor Riff, you look so confused! Let me help. I've been a vampire for hundreds of years. Sam is a more recent "acquisition". We both belong to the Lysinda-Circle, an ancient gathering of vampires.
- Valerie
- There can only be a few of us, and new ones are made when our numbers are depleted. That is why we are here. Zoë and Torg have been selected by Sam and myself to become the next vampires of the Lysinda-Circle. They have been judged worthy.
- Valerie
- But we had to wait for a message from the circle telling us the time had come to take them. This is Kullan, he is the messenger. Ever hear the phrase, "don't shoot the messenger?" Oh, don't feel guilty, Riff. He's not expired. It takes more than a stake to destroy one of us.
- Riff
- I always wondered why you guys were only around at night. Well, um, guess you don't need me then... I'll just be going... now...
- Kiki
- Hey Bun-Bun! What's going on?
- Bun-Bun
- Sam and Val just turned into vampires and are taking Torg and Zoë away.
- Kiki
- Oh no! Is Riff ok?
- Bun-Bun
- Well, he flew by pretty quick, but he looked ok.
- Kullan
- I want to feed on Riff! I'm hungry, and I own him for staking me!
- Valerie
- No! I want Sam to do it. Sam, finish off Riff.
- Kiki
- Sam! Don't!
- Kiki
- Sam! Please don't hurt Riff! Stay good, Sam, please!
- Valerie
- Better yet! Sam, kill that damn ferret now!
- Valerie
- Tear that ferret's throat out now! Don't make me compel you, Sam!
- Valerie
- Poor Sam, you still cling to your mortal soul. Isn't that sweet! Mourn your poor pet.
- Valerie
- Kullan, I'm taking Torg to the lair. Make sure Sam kills Riff, then both of you can bring Zoë.
- Bun-Bun
- Die you vampire bastard!
- Kiki
- Bun-Bun don't hurt him! He didn't