New meaning to “junk in the trunk”…
Jack’s reluctance aside, should be a blast messing with the cops.
And so much fun to look at and play around with. Just have to remember the monster inside can break you in half.
At least it’s not that time of month…
Wouldn’t apply to Jeff anyway, would it?
I mean sure, all it takes is momentary contact and Jeff has the whole Genome recorded, but that doesn’t include the autonomous biological functions, does it?
That sounds like a very hot adventure, there.
That’s also a prerequisite for a Democrat shot at the presidency.
The adage if caught with a dead girl or a live boy no longer holds any water in the Democrat Party … just ask Mary Jo Kopechne.
Imagining Jeff has managed, in the trunk, to shape-shift back to a T-800 body form, but still hasn’t registered the clothes add-on app, and the free-trial period for the software has expired.
Flash to cop, having stopped Jack on the side of the road for speeding and demanding, “Open the trunk, sir…”
Arnie-mode staring up at cop from inside trunk: “Your clothes. Give them to me. Now.”
And just because I’m suddenly reminded of this quote (slightly modified from the original) that I posted on fecebook a couple months ago:
“Keep your friends’ clothes, but keep your enemies’ clothier”
Ok, and now suddenly I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind seeing Jeff as Michael Corleone in action… Whew! I can hardly bear the thought without clutching my chair’s armrests…
“I know it was you, Chrisso. You broke my heart…You broke my heart.”
(Though I suspect even Jeff would need a hyper-screening-patch just to get through that slimeball kiss…)
(by the way, do I have a Wray of hope that my comment above was understood as NOT referring to the strip’s author? Phew. When the thought suddenly hit me, I had to add this bit — justincase…)
These days? You’ll make Senator with this on your resume.
Chris, you’ve written a lot of great lines over the past two decades, but this one has P.J. O’Rourke and Rudyard Kipling leading the celestial cheering section, saying “That is sooo stolen!”
So Mari introduced the “Mess with Your Sister” bug / feature when Jeff imprinted her?
Kiko obviously mastered her studies of United States’s History and Political Science in her homeschooling. That statement practically qualifies as a doctoral dissertation, thoroughly researched, easily defended, and greatly adding to the body of knowledge and wisdom.
Tucker will probably take it all in stride, what the hell, it’s just more of the usual from the DoubleD ranch. And at least Skye is nowhere to be found.
Um, aren’t Jo and a lot of pyrotechnics required to install an upgrade to Jeff? Jo could certainly “Bloorp” to provide the necessary male plug of the USB connector, but it would likely result in the “Great Gunpowder, TX Fire” with Mrs. O’Leary’s cow nowhere to be found.
Finally the Academy Award for “Most Dramatic Scene, Evah!” would be for Jack explaining this to his mother.
Should there be anything left of Gunpowder after Jo finishes “patching” Jeff, Mrs. Cates’s scene would rival Atlanta burning from “Gone with the Wind” with the Three Stooges reprising their cameo appearance as firemen from “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, World.”
Honestly, when I consider Jeff’s mechanism for “uploading a new patch” I do wonder whether my menage-a-trois theory of yesterday might turn out to be accurate, after all. Necessary for maintaining the hardware and software. But whatever would Kiko think of that…? :O
Chris, your studies of the female form is rapidly making you another Alberto Vargas!
For those of you wondering if hoping that (“Round up the usual suspects.” You’ll find them in their bunks.) Jo wouldn’t be required to “Bloorp” to patch Jeff: The Electrical Engineer in me boggles at the size, ruggedness, and inefficiency of the double-ended male “adapter” that would be required to, uh, make the “network connection.”
(Don’t get me started on the configuration of the network “components:” Peer-to-Peer, Mirrored, Master-Slave, Clustered, Hot Swappable…)
If Jo does “Bloorp,” that begs the question of who does she “Bloorp” to?
That would be extremely awkward and weird, but not much more so than any of the other regular male cast members.
Or, do we finally get to meet the lucky young man that Mari is interested in, but hampered in her pursuit of, by her shyness?
Mystery guest, sign in please.
Leave it to Chris Muir to capture the entire essence of a “Bedroom Farce” stage play in two panels.
Based upon the lineage of the T-1000s, Failure Mode, Effects, and Criticality Analysis (FMECA) has determined that the root cause of the Wardrobe Malfunction lies within Jan.
Damon is a lucky stiff.
Oo, here’s an idea…
Jeff blorps to Kiko, naked!
OMG, what is Jack gonna do with that?
No repercussions for gazing at herownself, and he gets to see *everything*…because you know he has NOT been to 3rd base with the real thing, but now he’ll know his way around when he does!
I’m glad Tequila was not involved. Stock on drinks and food this is fun to watch.
Jack is certainly not a gentleman since he’s wearing a coat and someone definitely needs one.
And I am grateful the kennedys are out of office at last.
Kiko has a black sweater on. The T-1000 doesn’t care.
Overheard ~ Wait, don’t put her in the trunk… they haven’t got Newsom briefed yet.
She must have a variety of texture programmed nanites for clothes unless she is low on nourishment for them. If they don’t eat enough, they would shut down to prevent ruination of the atomic molecular mechanism of each nanosized cell she has. Unless there is a critical failure in programming of her nanite colony there could be error in the programming. You might have to exchange out the old ones for new fresh nanites.
I guess no spare clothes to wear? Get back to base as soon as possible before she goes into full failure. Time for a scan of her condition. Purging and replacement is next.
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