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| GPF Archive: Monday, March 21, 2005 | [[Fooker looks in the room and sees samples of giant fruit]]
/ Fooker: What's with the giant fruit, doc?
/ Wisebottom: Oh, just an irradiation experiment gone berry berry wrong. / [[Fooker indicates a giant fruit]]
/ Fooker: And this, I suppose, has lost its a-peel?
/ Wisebottom: Orange you glad it's not another banana? / Fooker: Kiwi just get to the reason why we're here? We're wasting lime...
/ Wisebottom: I hear that Nicholas' wedding must wait since they cantaloupe. / Fred: WILL YOU TWO STOP WITH THE FRUIT PUNS?!
/ Wisebottom: Ah, Fred. It's nothing to grape about. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050321.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, March 22, 2005 | Wisebottom: Okay, okay. Let's get to the _core_ of why you've come here.
/ Fooker: The _seeds_ of Fred's origins
/ Fred: GAH! / Wisebottom: All right, that's enough. We're sorry, Fred. Pull up a blueberry and have a seat. I wanted to let you know about an interesting discovery I recently made. / Wisebottom: First, after reviewing the DNA samples from your 2002 lab "vacation," I've concluded that your evolutionary development is extraordinarily unique. Is there a chance I could get a sample of the environment where you were formed? / Fred: Sorry. The FBI confiscated everything in the old place, and Fooker's new apartment just isn't getting "ripe"
/ Fooker: Sharon's allergies. God, what I do for love... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050322.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, March 23, 2005 | Wisebottom: Hm...that's most unfortunate. I'm afraid that without an environmental sample, the the best we can achieve in explaining your origins is speculation. / Fred: So what's that got to do with your "interesting discovery?"
/ Wisebottom: Not much, but a clear origin might shed light on these results. / Wisebottom: I did a qualitative chemical analysis on the molecular composition of your cytoplasm and found a surprising neuromimetic quality that telegraphs electrical impulses through an organic solution, allowing neural telekinesis. / Fred: You know, I hear noise and see that mustache moving, but I can't for the life of me make out the words.
/ Fooker: He sounds like Nick when Ki's been away on vacation too long. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050323.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, March 24, 2005 | Wisebottom: By Napier's bones, I thought you boys said you were geeks.
/ Fred: _He_ may be a geek, but _I_ never made such a claim. / Wisebottom: Fred, form a pseudopod on each side. Place the tip here on each side of Jason's skull, then ensure contact with a generous amount of cytoplasmic slime.
/ Fooker: Good thing I haven't showered. / [[Fred has formed and placed the tendrils]]
/ Wisebottom: Now concentrate on those tendrils. Don't move them, but imagine they extend beyond your outer membrane.
/ Fred: Whatever you say...
/ http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050324.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, March 25, 2005 | Fred and Fooker: HOLY SMOKES! I CAN CONTROL FOOKER'S BODY!
/ Wisebottom: That's what I've been trying to tell you! How is Jason? / Fred and Fooker: I can hear his thoughts. He's aware of what's happening, but can't speak independently.
/ Wisebottom: That's what I thought. Assure him there should be no long term ill effects. / Fred and Fooker: Why are we both talking?
/ Wisebottom: In theory, with practice, you should be able to halt your own vocalizations and only speak through him. / [[Fred-possessed Fooker stumbles]]
/ Wisebottom: Of course, a solid body is a whole new experience for you. You'll need plenty of practice to redefine your remote coordination. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050325.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, March 26, 2005 | [[Fred-possessed Fooker gets up]]
/ Fred and Fooker: Can... Can I do this with anybody?
/ Wisebottom: I'm not sure. Some bodies may be more resistant or susceptible than others. / Fred and Fooker: Fooker doesn't like that implication, Otto.
/ Wisebotom: Oh, nothing was implied. Humans may be more controllable than, say, cats. We don't know yet. / Wisebottom: What puzzles me is how you evolved this ability. It's unlike anything I've ever seen, and I don't see any logical, natural reason for its development. / [[Fooker is grinning under Fred's control]]
/ Fred and Fooker: I can't think of a _logical_ reason, but I can come up with plenty of _other_ uses for it... / {{Fred has made his plans against Trent.}} http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050326.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, March 27, 2005 | [[Nick and Fred are heading towards GPF software in the new building]]
/ Nick: Are you sure that Dwayne asked you to come in today? You're supposed to be telecommuting.
/ Fred: He's handing out bonuses today, and he can't do that over the phone. / Nick:What about Trent's restraining order? You two aren't supposed to be in the same building.
/ Fred: Bah. He can get over it. He'll get his bonus, too, so all he'll see today are dollar signs. / [[Trent is showing his paycheck to Sharon]]
/ Trent: Heh, heh...look at all those zeroes! You can always tell who's a _true_ asset around here... / Sharon: Like your bonus is any bigger than anyone else's.
/ Trent: You geeks may do all that computery crap, but it's _sales_ that drives the work to you. I'm invaluable! / [[Trent reclines in his office chair]]
/ Sharon: Without redeeming value is more like it.
/ Trent: Ridiculous! Geeks are a dime a dozen. Marketing wizards are as precious as diamonds. / [[Trent is looking at his paycheck in his office chair. Fred is forming pseudopods behind him]]
/ Trent: Now my pretty little check... what kind of wild time are we going to have tonight? / {{Fred uses his powers of "remote control" on Trent, and has by now mastered halting his vocalizations}} http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050327.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, March 28, 2005 | [[Trent, possessed by Fred, enters Sharon's office.]] / Fred through Trent: Sharon, I just wanted to apologize for my infantile behavior a moment ago. It was uncalled for.
/ Sharon: Whatever. / Fred through Trent: I have been an obstinate, lecherous cretin from the moment we first met. and it is time I rightly sought your forgiveness. I humbly seek atonement for any grievance I have caused you. / Sharon: Well, Trent, if you're really sincere, I--
/ Fred through Trent: And might I add that your cleavage is exquisite today, and those tight jeans nicely display your firm, round-- / [[Sharon hits Trent off-screen; Ki, Nick, and Dexter listen in shock]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050328.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, March 29, 2005 | [[Sharon storms by the break room]]
/ Ki: Sharon? What was--
/ Sharon: WHERE'S THE FIRE AXE? I HAVE SOME DISMEMBERING TO DO! / [[Sharon is screaming in a shocked Ki's face]]
/ Sharon: That idiot Trent comes into my office, apologizes for his earlier rude comments, then proceeds to make crass sexual comments about my body! I don't know what's up with him, but I'll bet it's nothing decapitation can't fix! / [[Sharon walks off]]
/ Nick: Ki, can you calm Sharon down? Dex and I will see if we can find him and find out what's going on.
/ Ki: Okay
/ Dexter: Actually... / [[Dexter and Nick look surprised. Ki covers her face with her hand.]]
/ Dexter: We already found him, but I don't know _why_ he's stripped naked and tied that tablecloth around his neck like a cape. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050329.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, March 30, 2005 | [[Dwayne is talking with Mr. Collins in the boardroom]]
/ Dwayne: I'm not sure why he's late, Mr. Collins, but I'm sure Trent's proposal will meet your client's requirements. / [[Trent arrives, naked except for a tablecloth cape to Dwayne and Mr. Collins' horror]]
/ Fred through Trent: I AM THE WILEY WOMBAT, WHOLLOPER OF THE WICKED AND WARDEN OF THE WEAK! / [[Trent turns the cape so that it exposes his frontal body. Dwayne looks embarrassed while Mr. Collins looks angry.]]
/ Fred through Trent: QUICK KOALA KID! TO THE MARSUPIAL MOBILE / [[Trent is gone. Dwayne looks even more embarrassed.]]
/ Dwayne: I'll... be right back. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050330.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, March 31, 2005 | Dwayne: What the sam hill is wrong with Trent?
/ Nick: We're not sure. First he got Sharon hopping mad, then he went bonkers. / Dwayne: Well, he just flashed a potential customer and called him "Koala Kid." So I want a _THOROUGH_ explanation.
/ Dexter: "Koala kid?" / Nick:The last we saw him, he was heading toward the elevator.
/ Dwayne: The last thing we need is for him to get outside. / [[Dwayne, Nick, and Dexter are looking out the window and appear shocked]]
/ Dexter:Too late! He's in the courtyard!
/ Nick: I don't know what he's doing to that flag pole, but it _can't_ be legal... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050331.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, April 1, 2005 | [[Dexter, Nick, and Dwayne are looking at Trent and two police officers.
/ Dexter: The police have showed up to arrest him!
/ Dwayne: Someone in the building must have called them! / [[Trent, no longer possessed, is standing near the flagpole looking confused]]
/ Sergeant: All right, pal, you're under arrest for indecent exposure.
/ Trent: Wha-? Where am I? How'd I get here? / [[Another officer has slime on his fingers. More slime is on Trent's neck]]
/ Officer: Ehg, he's disgusting, sarge. He's covered in some sort of green goo...
/ Trent: G-green goo? It couldn't be... / [[Trent, now desperate, is being led away as Fred looks on.]]
/ Trent: THE SLIME MOLD! I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT HE MADE ME DO IT! IT'S THE SLIME MOLD!
/ Officer: Sure, buddy, tell that to the magistrate. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050401.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, April 2, 2005 | [[Fooker, Ki, Nick, Fred, and an angry Sharon are assembled]]
/ Fooker: So you used that "Remote control" thing to make Trent do all those weird things?
/ Fred: Heh. Yeah, and he deserved it. And, um, sorry, Sharon. / Ki: Neither Nicole nor Mercedes are going to be happy with this...
/ Fred: It was worth it. There's nothing de la Chump can throw at me that I'm worried about. / Nick: Still, that's such an odd ability. I wonder why you have it...
/ Fred: Who cares? I'm just trying to find interesting uses for it, which reminds me... / Fred: Fooker, do you think Persephone and I can borrow yours and Sharon's bodies for a while? There's something we want to try.
/ Fooker: Sure, I--
/ Sharon: NO. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050402.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, April 3, 2005 | [[Sharon and Fooker meet Dexter in the parking lot]]
/ Sharon: So, did Nick tell you why he wanted us to come over so quickly, Dex?
/ Dexter: Nope. He just insisted I drop eveything and get over here ASAP. / Sharon: You weren't... _busy_, were you? I thought I heard a woman's voice in the background over the phone...
/ Dexter: Must have been the, um, TV. Yeah... / [[The group is walking down the hall towards Nick's apartment.]]
/ Fooker: Well, even though the molds moved back in with me, Nick's had Fred over here every night this week, and he's not happy about it.
/ Sharon: I wonder what's up. / Fooker: I don't know, but I'm starting to get that weird vibe I always get every time I go to see Prof. Wisebottom.
/ Dexter: What's what? / [[The group, looking into Nick's apartment, are all startled.]]
/ Fooker: It smells of mad science.
/ [[Nick and Ki are dressed in matching super-hero style costumes, his with matching gold glasses, hers with tiara and a bare midriff. They look suspiciously like outfits from the Portuguese alternate universe in Sluggy Freelance. Fred the slime mold stands (sits?) between them.]]
/ Ki: I AM _NOT_ USING THE MUTEX DRESSED LIKE *THIS*!
/ Nick: Great! Now try it in Portuguese... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050403.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, April 4, 2005 | [[Ki, dressed in a "Sluggy Freelance Portuguese alternate universe" style costume, storms past Sharon and Fooker.]]
/ Sharon: What's with the costume party?
/ Fooker: And where can I get one of those outfits for Sharon? / [[Ki slams the door behind her]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050404.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 5, 2005 | Nick: You see, during the time you were off playing spy, I built a virtual reality engine called the MUTEX. Sharon and Dex may remember that. / Nick: Later, when I hooked it up to the Velociraptor power supply, it acted strangely, as if it transported Ki and me into an alternate reality. Then I found out it really DID. / Nick: Since then, I've been observing other dimensions and making modifications, perfecting the reality matrix until I'm now positive that interdimensional travel is not only REAL but can even be SAFE. / Nick: Would you believe I found an Earth where the Statue of Liberty is only 151 feet tall? There's no way all those C.R.U.D.E. and UGA fighters could fit into THAT statue! Heh... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050405.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 6, 2005 | [[Dexter, Fooker, Sharon, and Nick are all in Nick's apartment.]]
/ Dexter: So where exactly do *we* fit into all this?
/ Nick: Well, I've reached a point where it needs a serious test, and I thought I'd share it with my friends. / Sharon: After what happened the last time, you'll forgive *me* if I'm a little leery.
/ Nick: Don't worry. The MUTEX is completely self-contained now, so it can't be hacked. It's completely safe. / Nick[[typing at the terminal, as Fred the slime mold looks on]]: In fact, I can even create a pocket universe, separate and with a closed set of parameters. That should limit the number of things that could potentially go wrong. / Fooker: *Create* a *universe*? Since when did you develop a God complex?
/ Nick: Who's to say we don't exist as a product of someone else's imagination? http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050406.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, April 7, 2005 | Fooker: So... do we need to go Halloween shopping for this trip, or were you and Ki just getting kinky when we arrived?
/ Ki[[coming in the door, now dressed in regular clothes]]: Shut up, Fooker. / Nick[[handing Dexter a MUTEX helmet]]: Well, I was planning a trip to another dimension, but this pocket one should be close enough to ours that we won't need camouflage. These outfits should be acceptable. / Nick: As usual, Fred has control here, and now I have a device so I can access the console from anywhere. So either way, we should have an instant escape route home.
/ [[Nick holds the device, as Fred the slime mold looks on.]] / [[Nick hands a MUTEX helmet to Sharon. Fooker is already wearing his helmet.]]
/ Sharon: Why do I have this dreaded feeling like I know I should know better than to do this?
/ Nick: Relax, Sharon! What could possibly go wrong? http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050407.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, April 8, 2005 | Meanwhile...
/ [[The Gamester is speaking with a man-sized flea. The flea is dressed in an outfit that looks vaguely like Robin's, from Batman and Robin.]]
/ Flea: *Gamester*! I should have known! What do you want with me *this* time, clown?
/ Gamester: Now, now, Dermis. All in good time... / [[Mischief breaks in.]]
/ Mischief: Boss! We've got double trouble! It's Todd *and* his father!
/ Gamester: Both? Their timing is impeccable. / Mischief: Todd's on that assignment you sent him on, but he's in danger! And Nick's firing up his multiplex thingy!
/ Gamester: Todd is on his own, I'm afraid. The MUTEX must come first. / Flea: Hey! You pull me here out of my time stream and now yer gonna *ignore* me? What gives?
/ Gamester: Patience, Prof. There are bigger bugs to squash at the moment than you. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050408.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, April 9, 2005 | Gamester: He believes he's created a "pocket universe," but he's established a link with a pre-existing one his subconscious has already tapped into. Call up that sphere.
/ [[The Gamester stands at a large glowing pinkish sphere, while a smaller greenish one comes towards Mischief. The man-sized flea in a super-hero costume stands in the background, watching, apparently forgotten.]] / Gamester: Have you set up an isolation field?
/ Mischief: I tried, Boss, but he bridged the gap before it finished initializing.
/ [[Both Gamester and Mischief speak from off-stage. A thin line of light now connects the large pinkish sphere to the smaller green sphere. The flea stands looking at the spheres.]] / Gamester: Then there's not much we can do now. We'll isolate these two universes and hope things go as innocently as the last time. The worst that can happen is...
/ [[The flea sticks his hand into the green sphere.]] / Gamester: ... an unknown element.
/ [[The flea walks into the green sphere.]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050409.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, April 10, 2005 | [[Dexter, Sharon, Ki, and Fooker are all wearing MUTEX helmets. Nick holds his, ready to put it on.]]
/ Nick: Everyone set? Good. Let's fire this puppy up.
/ Fooker: I wonder which of us will have the worst "helmet hair"... / [[Fred the slime mold is at the console wearing a headphone/mic, ready to press the red button. Nick speaks to him from off-stage.]]
/ Nick: Fred, lock onto our bio-signs and pull us back if anything goes wrong. Initiate the transfer...
/ Fred: Nice knowing you... / < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050410.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, April 11, 2005 | Sharon: Why do we look so different?
/ Nick: The MUTEX "adapts" our appearance to the target universe if it varies from our own universe. That's why we appeared as "furries" on our last trip. / Ki[[feeling Nick's huge biceps]]: And I suppose that explains your, um, *heroic* proportions?
/ Nick: Heh, well, I *did* tweak the settings just a little...
/ Dexter: No fair! I want to be tweaked! / Fooker[[grinning]]: Oh, *now* I get it! We're in a universe based on your comic book guy "Absolutely Incredible Man!"
/ Sharon: Absolutely Incrediwho what?
/ Ki: Fooker! He doesn't know we know that!
/ Nick: It's okay, Ki. I already knew you guys found my superhero comic years ago. I just didn't want you to know I saw you. I thought this would be a good test bed for the MUTEX's abilities. / Sharon: So Nick draws comic books. Why doesn't that surprise me?
/ Nick: I don't get to draw much now, thanks to the Inventor's Gene. But I try to sketch when I can. / Fooker: Ya know, I think I'm gonna *like* this new look...
/ Dexter[[looking at his hands. They all now have hands with four fingers and a thumb]]: Speak for yourself. What kind of freak draws hands with *four* fingers? It's unnatural! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050411.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 12, 2005 | [[Dexter, Sharon, Fooker, Ki, and Nick stand in a city park.]]
/ Sharon: So, if this world is based on your comics, that makes us super heroes, doesn't it?
/ Nick: Super heroes, yes. But we're currently in our "secret identities," so we can't go "super" in a public park. / Dexter, excitedly: *Super heroes*?! I can overlook the fourth finger for *that*! Quick! What are my powers!
/ Nick: I... don't know yet. Fooker, Ki, and I each had an analogous character, as did Dwayne and Trudy, but I stopped A.I.M. before you and Sharon joined GPF Software. / Dexter: But you knew me *before* then. I'm sure you came up with *something* kewl for me back then...
/ Nick, embarrassed: Well, I *did* have something in mind. But... er, maybe we should discuss this somewhere more private... / [[Dexter, Ki, and Nick begin to walk away]]
/ Dexter: Awesome! Do we have an uberspiffy group transport? Secret communicators? Are we going to our hidden lair? Is it in space? Or maybe it's in the center of the earth...?
/ Fooker, privately to Sharon: I'm sure glad I'm the only ex-spy around here...
/ Sharon: I think Dex's head would explode if *he* were James Baud instead of you. / Dexter: What about toys? Do we have action figures made after us? A Saturday morning cartoon? I hope and pray there's a lunchbox, and it better be "retro" metal and not plastic...
/ [[As the five walk away into the background, in the foreground, appearing through the very fabric of reality, is the man-sized flea wearing a super suit, last seen in the April 9, 2005 strip.]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050412.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 13, 2005 | [[At the A.I.M. headquarters, a building by the seashore which is made of the capital letters A, I, and M...]]
/ Nick: This is the headquarters of the Absolutely Incredibles, home of Absolutely Incredible Man and his super powered companions.
/ Fooker: Somehow, I keep expecting the Teen Titans to sue for copyright infringement...
/ Dexter: Or Captain Carrot and his amazing Zoo Crew.
/ Fooker: Captain who?
/ Dexter: Never mind.
/ Nick: Fooker and Ki will find their costume bracelets in their rooms. I'll have the computer fashion new ones for Dex and Sharon once we finalize your powers. / Fooker, looking at his costume bracelet: So how do these doodads work?
/ Nick: Tap the logo once and it'll act as a communicator. Tap it twice to activate the "costumizer." It works like a Star Trek transporter and exchanges your street clothes for your super hero costumes instantly. / [[Fooker and Ki both try out the "costumizer" function.]]
/ Fooker: Shaweet! I've got plasma fractal pajamas!
/ Sharon, wincing and closing her eyes: Close that jacket! Your suit is hurting my eyes!
/ [[Ki's costume is extremely form-fitting.]]
/ Ki: At least you didn't get an atomic wedgie! / Sharon, to Nick: Can I make a request? No Spandex for my costume, please...
/ Nick: Um, I'll see what I can do. If you haven't noticed, *every* fabric here has at least a little Spandex in it.
/ [[While the others have been talking, Dexter has been having a look around the headquarters. Now he comes up to Nick, very angry.]]
/ Dexter: Can *I* make a request? I want to break Nick's drawing hand in six different places... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050413.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, April 14, 2005 | Sharon: Dex, what's wrong?
/ Dexter: What's wrong? *Nick* knows, don't you, Nick? He knew all along! That's why he *pretended* he never made me a character!
/ Nick: Dex, it's not like that...
/ Dexter: It's not? Your computer says otherwise! / [[Dexter points to a drawing in the background, depicting a man of his proportions, wearing body armor and carrying some kind of spear.]]
/ Dexter: YOU MADE ME A VILLIAN!
/ Nick: I stopped drawing it years ago! We weren't friends back then!
/ Dexter: It's bad enough Ki's fantasy book had me as a stupid troll, and now *this*? You guys sure had a high opinion of me... / Ki: Relax, Dexter... Sure, we had some rough spots in the past, but we've all grown since then, especially you. Don't hold it against Nick if his *old* opinions weren't flattering.
/ [[Dexter is still angry, with a dark cloud over his head.]]
/ Nick: Besides... / Nick: Now you can be the repentant villian turned hero! Saved from the ways of evil, but still haunted by his dark side... Anti-heroes *always* make the kewlest characters...
/ Dexter, brightening: You're... right! / Sharon: Well, that leaves us with two questions. First, who am I and what do I do?
/ Nick: I don't know. I think the MUTEX will extrapolate a character design based on my artwork. / Nick: And the second question?
/ Sharon: What's that flashy thingy?
/ [[Fooker peers at a large red button flashing on a console.]]
/ Fooker: It's red and buzzing, so my guess is nothing good. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050414.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, April 15, 2005 | [[At the Absolutely Incredible Man headquarters, Fooker, Sharon, Nick, Ki, and Dexter look at a large monitor on the wall. The monitor shows a map of the local area. A red bulls-eye pinpoints where there is a problem. There is writing on the monitor, which Nick is reading to the group.]]
/ Nick: The crisis monitor! That means the city is in peril!
/ Fooker: Gee, that sounds like a job of a bunch of super heroes!
/ Nick: The computer can't identify the threat, but places it in the city park.
/ Ki: Where we first arrived? That's odd. Well, what's next? / Nick: Dex, Sharon, and I still need to change. Then we'll fly over there and check it out. Tap your bracelets, folks!
/ Dexter: Here goes... / [[Dexter's costume is very much like the drawing of the man in body armor in the previous strip. Its colors are mostly grays with some dark red.]]
/ Dexter: All right! I'm all dark and menacing!
/ Sharon, off-screen: No, no, no, no, *NO*!
/ Nick: Sharon? / [[Sharon's costume includes a tie-dyed mini-shirt that shows plenty of bare midrift, yellow Spandex pants, a green headband flattening her hair, and very small 60's-style granny glasses.]]
/ Sharon: Nick, what the Sam Hill is THIS?
/ Nick: Well, I guess since Fooker is the Psychedelic Maelstrom, and the MUTEX knew you were his girlfriend, that makes you... "Hippie Chick?"
/ Sharon: Ki, I hate to tell you, but your wedding is *off*. Because in ten seconds, you won't have a *groom*... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050415.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, April 16, 2005 | [[For the first time, we see Nick's Absolutely Incredible Man costume in full. It is yellow Spandex with the red letters "AIM" on his chest, blue cape and briefs, and a yellow cowl with a red stripe and blue triangles coming over the top of his head. The cowl form-fits to his scalp, obliterating his usual hair profile.]]
/ [[Sharon is still scowling, not happy with her "Hippie Chick" costume. Fooker, next to her, looks on admiringly. He obviously likes her costume very much.]]
/ Nick: There's no time to recalibrate the reality matrix. This isn't like a "Holodeck" program we can pause.
/ Nick: We've got to move... and fast! / Ki: Not to put a damper on things, but shouldn't we at least *practice* using our super powers before engaging in combat?
/ Sharon: I don't even know what my powers *are*...
/ Nick: Don't worry... / Nick: I'll explain on the way!
/ [[The five fly out from the A.I.M. headquarters. Nick flies a la Superman. Dexter's boots create a green energy, enabling him to fly, and he now carries a staff or spear with what looks like a huge green gem at the tip. Ki holds her hands behind her, creating an energy that enables her to fly. And Fooker holds his hand out before him, creating a psychedelic stream on which he and Sharon stand and "surf."
/ Narration box: "Mischief, we have another problem..." http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050416.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, April 17, 2005 | [[Mischief and the Gamester are floating over the city. He stands on a transparent white disc, while she is sitting tailor-fashion.]]
/ Mischief: You can say that again... Physically manifesting ourselves in this universe, where any mortal can see us...
/ Gamester: Relax, Mischief. I told you, the mortals will only see us if we choose for them to do so. There's the odd chance one might be more in tune with the higher planes and can see around our cloak. But the probability of that occurring is astronomical.
/ Mischief: Says the entity who deals with astronomical probabilities all the time...
/ Gamester: Touche.
/ Gamester: Nevertheless, our presense here is only temporary. We must find just where the Speck went before he encounters the other interlopers into this universe. / Mischief: We're not allowed to directly interfere... If the Trans-Dimensional Council finds out... or worse... *Justice*...
/ Gamester: The Council *won't* find out. As for Justice... He doesn't *need* the Council's auditors to know what we're doing. / Mischief: We're *so* banished to the Voids of Amagassar.
/ Gamester: I will handle Justice if the need arises. Until then, just concentrate on finding the Speck. He is our top priority. Then we'll deal with Nick and his friends. / Mischief: If you say so...
/ Mischief: I will say, though, that flying here is a lot more relaxing! It's weird...
/ Mischief: Most of the time, I feel so *confined*. Like we're trapped in tiny little boxes... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050417.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, April 18, 2005 | [[The Absolutely Incredible team flies to the city park.]]
/ Nick: There's the park!
/ Nick: But... I don't see anything out of the ordinary... / Sharon, flying with Fooker: Um, Nick...
/ Nick: Don't use our real names when we've gone "super!" Use our character handles instead!
/ Sharon: Whatever. We've got a small problem...
/ Nick: We'll deal with it once we're on the ground! / [[Beginning their descent...]]
/ Sharon: That's just it. I don't think we know--
/ Nick: I'll cover more about your powers when we land! Trust me!
/ Sharon: I'm trying to *tell* you--
/ Nick: FEET FIRST! / < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050418.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 19, 2005 | [[Ki and Dexter are recovering from the "landing."]]
/ Nick: Um, gee, guys... I'm really sorry...
/ Dexter: For some reason, this trip is no longer all that "super"...
/ Ki: Next time, I vote we stick with "The Matrix" rip-offs... / Sharon: Well, now that we're here and we've made total fools of ourselves...
/ Voice, off-screen: EEEK! HELP!
/ Fooker: Something tells me our services are needed over there... / Woman: HELP! IT'S A MONSTER!
/ [[She and other people are fleeing in all directions from the man-sized flea last seen in the April 12, 205 strip.]]
/ Flea: Sheesh... You'd think these people never saw a four-foot super-powered flea before... / Flea: Then again, I don't think I've seen a non-human since I got here... That might explain a few things...
/ Flea: Like the lack of public salt licks... / Flea: I mean, if humans were left alone on Earth, I'd bet it would be one really boring planet...
/ [[The flea does not see that Absolutely Incredible Man is zooming his way, and the man does not look happy.]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20050419.html |
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