In a story relating to the comic’s title, I defended a thesis this week – not with a gun, but with words and Powerpoints. That’s right, I have an MS now, so you can believe me when I say you can pour bees into a robot and it’ll work.
having learned signifigantly more about guns since the first time i read this, i feel very sad about that rifle. poor thing. prolly dug it out of kalashnikov’s waste bins. stock probably made of chipping bakelite.
did i never notice that orange and yellow have color-coded gums, too?
There are 17 notches in the rifle. What do they represent?
the seventeen nights of hell he endured during the war
that wretched war
alternately: they’re the bees he sniped out of the air to rescue the other scienceman
I assumed it’s the number of robots they’ve previously built which have turned on them.
having learned signifigantly more about guns since the first time i read this, i feel very sad about that rifle. poor thing. prolly dug it out of kalashnikov’s waste bins. stock probably made of chipping bakelite.
did i never notice that orange and yellow have color-coded gums, too?