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Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Sven: Check it out, Hanners made us pancakes. / Faye: Oh shit, Hanners! She knows about last night! / Sven: So? I don't think she's the type to gossip. Have a pancake. / Faye: I'm not hungry. / Sven: You seem kinda freaked out. What's wrong? / Faye: What's wrong? I just had sex with a random guy I barely even know! Of COURSE I am freaked out! You KNOW I have boy issues! / Sven: When you climbed on top of me and took your shirt off I figured you'd gotten over them. / Faye: I was ... I was having a moment! It was temporary insanity! / Sven: I much prefer that form of insanity to the stabby, murderous kind. / Faye: Are you always this smug after you ravish a lady? / Sven: Yeah, sorry. When my dick is out of commission, my brain takes over.
Number 1083: Postponing the Inevitable Faye: I should - I should go. / Sven: You gonna be all right? / Faye: I. . .don't know. I need to talk to my shrink. See if she can fit me into her schedule tomorrow or something. / Sven: Okay. Listen, I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to. I mean, I might not be the best guy for the job, but. . . / Faye: Thanks, but I think all I need right now is a good cry. / Sven: Jeez, was I that bad? / Faye: What? No! No no no. Noooo sir. / Sven: Haha, okay. You were pretty damn good yourself. / Sven: Race you upstairs? / Faye: Sure. Beats cryin'.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Faye: So, uh, we should probably keep this quiet. / Sven: Oh, sure. I'll be totally discreet. / Faye: That's good. The last thing I need right now is hella friend-drama. / Sven: Heh, yeah. Dora would kill me if she ever found out. / / Sven: Oh shit, she really would kill me. / Faye: So much for the afterglow.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[hallway outside of Hannelore's apt]] / Hannelore: H-hello? / Faye: Hey Hanners. / Hannelore: Aaaugh! / [[inside Hannelore's apt]] / Hannelore: Don't kill me! Don't kill me! / Faye: I'm not gonna kill you! I just wanted to ask if could you keep quiet about last night. Y'now, the whole me and Sven thing? / Hannelore: Yes! Yes! Please, just stop threatening me! / Faye: I'm not threatening you! / Hannelore: Then why are you yelling?! / Faye: I'm NOT yelling! YOU'RE the one who's yelling! / Hannelore: I'm yelling because you're threatening me! / Faye: I'm not friggin' threatening you! / Hannelore: Aaaugh! / Faye: Aaaugh! / {{Number 1085: Miscommunication}}
Number 1086: More Subtext Faye: Hey Penny. Where's Dora? / Penelope: She's not coming in 'til tonight. Said something about "spending the day in bed." / Faye: I'm jealous. My abs are killing me. / Penelope: How come? / Faye: Situps. I did a whole bunch of situps last night. / Penelope: Really? Good job! I didn't think you had it in you. / Faye: Oh, I had it in me, all right. And then I did more this morning. / Penelope: You shouldn't overdo it like that. You could end up hurting yourself. / Faye: Yeah. . .it seemed like a good idea at the time, but I'm kind of regretting it now. / Penelope: I know the feeling. Sometimes when I'm on my morning run I'll just decide to go, like, twice as fast.
 
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Hannelore's apt]] / Winslow: Hannelore! Hannelore! Your birthday present is finished! / Hannelore: My birthday present? / Winslow: We've been working on it all week! / Hannelore: Um...what is it? / Pintsize: Watch! / <> / Birthday present: LOGGIN ON TO STRATEGIC DEFENSE NETWORK...LOGIN 'jack_bauer' OK / ACCESSING ICBM COMMAND/CONTROL...ACCESS OK / INFO...TARGETTING OK / UPLOADING LAUNCH CODES...UPLOAD OK / INITIATING LAUNCH SEQENCE IN 5 SECONDS.. / 4...3...2... / <> / Hannelore: What the hell was that?! / Winslow: It was only supposed to play the "Happy Birthday" song and display a holographic cake! / Pintsize: Yeah, I was gonna do that, but then I thought "how many people get to avert global thermonuclear war for their birthday?" / {{Number 1087: It's The Thought That Counts}}
1088 - Rosy Cookie Scams Faye (on phone): Hi, this is Faye Whitaker, I'm a patient of Doctor Corrinne's. I was wondering if she had any openings, like, as soon as possible. It's kind of an emergency. / Faye: Yes, I'll hold. / Faye: Hi, Corrinne? It's Faye. No, it's not THAT bad. I'm just kind of freaked out. / Some, uh, things happened. Some boy things. No, I slept with him. Twice. / Four today? Yeah, I can do that. Thanks. Bye. / Faye: Penny, can you hold the fort for an hour or so this afternoon? I have to go to the doctor. / Penelope: Augh, Faye, why didn't you tell me this sooner? / Faye: I'm sorry, it's...it's kind of an emergency. / Penelope: Wait, you spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, and now you suddenly have to go to the doctor? I don't want to know, do I? / Faye: The details are pretty graphic, yeah. / Penelope: I'll pass, thanks.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Corrine: So, you slept with someone? / Faye: Yeah. I don't know what came over me. I just totally lost control. / Faye: I mean, I don't even LIKE him that much! And I'm all pouncin' on him like some kinda slut. / Corrine: Sexual attraction and romantic interest are two different things. Sleeping with one guy doesn't make you a slut. / Faye: I know, but... I don't DO this! I can't even DATE boys! / Corrine: It could be what you need isn't someone to DATE. / Faye: What, so I should just start bangin' any dude I'm attracted to? / Corrine: No, no. That's just swinging between two extremes. What I'm saying is that you had a casual sexual encounter with someone, and that can be a perfectly healthy experience. / Faye: Even if that "someone" is your boss-slash-friend's older brother? The same boss-slash-friend who's currently DATING your best friend and roommate, who you totally shot down romantically? / Corrine: Hang on, hang on. I'm gonna get some thumbtacks and colored string so we can diagram this.
The Traditional Dr. Corrinne: So the real question is, what is it exactly that has you all "freaked out?" / Faye: I...I don't know. I mean, when you rationally explain it, there's not much to be freaked out BY. "Oh I had sex with a boy, oooh, big deal." / Dr. Corrinne: But there's still a part of you that IS bothered by it. / Faye: Yeah. / Dr. Corrinne: Faye, I think one thing you need to learn is that the little voices in your head aren't always correct. Sometimes you really can just ignore them. The trick, of course, is knowing when to do that. But it's something you CAN learn, over time. / Faye: So... I shouldn't be upset over sleeping with Sven? / Dr. Corrinne: I don't think so. You moved a little faster than I'd have expected, but it's certainly nothing to worry about. / Faye: Really? / Dr. Corrinne: Really. / Faye: High five. / Dr. Corrinne: Pardon? / Faye: I got laid. Woo, high-five.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Therapist office]] / Therapist: So what are your friends' reactions to this? / Faye: Oh, they don't know. I can't let them find out. They'd kill me. / Therapist: Rumors have a way of spreading, Faye. Better they hear it from you than from someone else later. / Faye: I can't do that. Really. Dora has a...THING about her brother sleeping with her friends. And Marty...god, after what I put him through, to be all "oh, by the way, I just banged this other dude..." / Therapist: I still think you're better off getting it out in the open than letting it fester. / Faye: You don't understand, they'll totally hate me for this! / Therapist: If they hate you for this, they're not very good friends. Initially Dora may be upset and Marten may be hurt, but if they're really your friends they'll understand. / Faye: Goddmnit, why does this have to be so COMPLICATED? / Faye: ...Don't answer that. / {{Number 1091: Answer It Yourself}}
 
Questionable Content - Number 1092: Experience Required {{Number 1092: Experience Required}} / [[Dora and Marten are lying on bed in their underwear.]] / Dora: I should probably get to work. Faye and Penelope must be at each other's throats by now. / Marten: I'll come with you. I need coffee. / Dora: How did you manage to get out of work today, anyway? / [[Dora is standing still in her underwear, Marten sits on bed with his t-shirt and boxers]] / Marten: Oh, I just told Tai I was gonna spend the day in bed with you. She was all "sweet, grab her ass for me." / Dora: Nah. Next time you see her, you can return the favor for me. / [[Both standing next to a cupboard with a sleeping cat, Dora with pants on]] / Marten: Somehow I don't think groping my boss would be a wise career move. / Dora: Sure it would! You'd get fired, and you could come work for me as my sex slave. / / Marten: Hm, tempting, how much vacation time would I get? / Dora: Five days a month, give or take. / Marten: Sweet, where do I send my resume? / Dora: You can use my submission slot, hur hur hur.
Questionable Content 1093: The Game's Afoot {{Blackboard: Specials:}} / {{Blackboard: Pour a 40 for Gygax}} / Hannelore: Hi Dora, can I have a large coffee? / Dora: Sure thing, hon. Pull another all-nighter? / Hannelore: No, I just didn't sleep very well on Sven's couch. It's full of kitty-hair. / Dora: Sven's couch? Why were you sleeping on Sven's couch? / Hannelore: Oh! I, uh, that is, Faye and I, last night, we um...we went to Sven's place, and...it...it was my birthday? / Dora: What? What are you talking about? / Hannelore: NOTHING! NOTHING HAPPENED THAT I CAN'T TELL YOU ABOUT! / Hannelore: OH GOD OH GOD I'VE SAID TOO MUCH I HAVE TO GO I HAVE TO GO HIDE / Dora: O-okay... / Marten: What was that about? / Dora: I'm not sure, but I have a sudden, inexplicable urge to strangle my brother. That seldom bodes well.
1094: Maybe Some Twizzlers Too Marten: I'd better make sure Hanners doesn't hurl herself into traffic or something. / Dora: You do that. I'll wait for Faye to get back. I wanna know what this is about. / Penelope: She was in the bathroom for a long time before she left. I think she's having some sort of gastrointestinal distress. / Dora: I'm with you on the distress part, but something tells me it isn't gastrointestinal. / Faye: I'm ba- oh, h-hey Dora. / Dora: Hannelore came in here babbling incoherently about something to do with last night and Sven and her birthday, and you've been off at some mysterious "doctor's appointment." What's going on, Faye? / Faye: Yeah, uh...I guess I've got something to tell you. / Dora: Tell away. / Penelope: Should I, uh... should I leave? / Faye: Depends, do you want to witness my violent death? / Penelope: Can you wait five minutes? I'll go make some popcorn.
Questionable Content: Number 1095. [[Location: Coffee of Doom]] / (Panel One) Dora: [[shouting aggressively]] You slept with my brother?! I can't believe you, Faye! / Faye: [[Backing off]] I'm sorry! It just kind of happened! / (Panel Two) Dora: Yeah, right. I know what this is about. / Faye: Excuse me? / (Panel Three) Dora: This is your way of getting back at me for stealing Marten out from under your nose! / Faye: What? No! / (Panel Four) Dora: What, then? You slept with Sven to get back at Marten? Real mature, Faye. Thanks. / Faye: For fuck's sake, No! / (Panel Five) [[Penelope has entered the scene from the left- eating a bag of popcorn]] Faye: [[Sagged posture]] Although man, if I were a vindictive person, this would be pretty much the ultimate burn on you guys. / Dora: I'm aware.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Marten and Faye, at their apartment]] / Faye: ...And, well...we hooked up. / Marten: You did?! / Faye: Yeah. When I told Dora, she freaked out. I've never seen her so angry. / Marten: Aw man, that's not good. Maybe I should go try to calm her down. / Faye: Y-you're not mad? / Marten: Mad? About Sven? Why would I be mad? / Faye: I just- I thought it would bother you more, that's all. / Marten: It would probably be a lot harder to stomach if I weren't getting the hot, hot Dora-sexin' on a regular basis. / Faye: Ever the pragmatist.
 
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[In Coffee of Doom]] / Marten: Hey sweetie. / Dora: Did Faye come talk to you? / Marten: Yeah, she did. / Dora: ...And? / Marten: Good for her! It's about damn time she got laid. / Dora: What? Aren't you mad? / Marten: Why does everybody keep assuming I should be angry? / Dora: Isn't it obvious? This was all a ploy to hurt you, or make you jealous or something. / Marten: Riiight, because she was TOTALLY all "HA HA HA MARTEN I SLEPT WITH SVEN AND NOT YOU MUA HA HA HA" when she told me. / Dora: Your sarcasm is not appreciated. / Marten: I'm sorry, irrational girlfriend paranoia makes me a little cranky. / {{title text: Nobody Likes It Much}}
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Marten and Faye at Coffee of Doom]] / Dora: Irrational? I'M being irrational? / Marten: Yes! You seriously believe Faye hooked up with Sven to try and get back at us? / Dora: It makes sense to ME. Why else would she have done it? / Marten: I dunno, maybe because she was horny and he was available? / Marten: Christ, she's probably confused and freaked out enough as it is. The last thing she needs is YOU flipping out on her for no good reason. / Dora: Oh sure, take HER side. I mean, she's only walked all over you from day ONE. Why NOT get all self-righteous with your girlfriend on her behalf? / Marten: Self-righteous? How am I being self-righteous? / Dora: "Oh, Dora, you're SO IRRATIONAL! Sit down and let me explain how you're being CRAZY and I'm ALWAYS RIGHT, 'cause I'm SUCH a NICE GUY. Bluh blee bloo bla bloo." / Marten: Okay, fuck this I'm leaving. / Dora: Fine! Go! / [[Dora sees Penelope]] / Dora: I'm, uh, I'm really sorry you had to see that. / Penelope: I've been through worse. One time at the bookstore, my boss's wife gave him a concussion with the Silmarillion.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Hanelore's apt]] / Marten: Hey Hanners, how're you doing? / Hanelore: Do...do you and Dora know about Faye and Sven now? / Marten: Yeah, Faye told us what happened. / Hanelore: She TOLD you?! Why did she tell me to keep it a secret then? I've been having panic attacks all day because I thought I ruined everything! I got so scared I threw up! Twice! / Marten: I'm sorry, I was coming to check up on your earlier but Faye found me first, and things got kind of distracting. / Hanelore: That's so s-stupid! Faye made me c-completely freak out over N-N-NOTHING! / Marten: Whoa, whoa, don't cry! / Hanelore: I'm sorry, it just makes me so upset! I could've gotten some really productive worrying done today but I wasted it all! / Marten: There, there. Tomorrow's another day. I'm sure you can get caught up on your regular anxieties then. / {{Number 1099: Full Itinerary}}
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Marten and Hannelore, outside their apartment building]] / Hannelore: Where are we going? / Marten: The Horrible Revelation. I need food and beer, and then after that some more beer. / (off-screen voice): Marten! Hey, Marten! / Steve: I was just lookin' for you, man. It's been a while since we hung out! / Marten: Hanners and I were goin' out for dinner and some drinks, you wanna come along? / Steve: Totally. / Hannelore: So, uh, how have you been, Steve? / Steve: Oh man, SO MUCH fuckin' girl drama. / Marten: Yeah, I know what that's like. / Steve: I know, right? I caught myself bein' all "woe is me" about it today and realized, "fuck, I'm turning into Marten!" / Marten: And the last thing the world needs is another one of me. / Hannelore: Yeah. I'm scared of doppelgangers.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Steve, Marten and Hannelore, at a restaurant]] / Marten: ...So then DORA flips out on ME! All "you're so self-righteous, I can't believe you're taking Faye's side, blah blah blah." / Steve: Ooh, you fucked up bad, dude. / Marten: What, by stating my opinion? / Steve: No, by belittlin' her anger. When you said "you're being irrational," she heard "you're stupid for being mad about this." / Steve: It doesn't matter what you SAY, it's what she INFERS that counts. This is girl-logic. / Marten: So what, it's my responsibility to make sure there's no way she could POSSIBLY infer ANYTHING negative from anything I say? / [[Hannelore, who has been sipping her wine, stops and makes a disgusted face at it]] / Steve: Dude look at it this way. Dora's like a hive full of angry bees. The SMART thing to do would be to leave it alone, but YOU were all "oh hey, lemme poke around in there with a stick and see what's got 'em so pissed off!" / Hannelore: Man, good thing human females don't have venomous ovipositors, huh? / [[Marten looks frustrated]]
 
Number 1102: Evil Pintsize?!?!?! [[Marten and Steve sitting in a pub]] / Marten: So what about you? What's your lady-drama about? / Steve: You know her ex, Dave? / Marten: Yeah. Mister Perfect, right? / [[Hannalore enters, holding small, wrapped items]] / Steve: Yeah. Well, the other day he says "I just want you to know that even though I still love Meena I accept your relationship with her." / Marten: At least he's being an adult about it. / Hannelore: The bathroom has individually wrapped soaps! / Steve: Yeah, but know it's like I gotta watch my back, 'cause he's just waiting for me to fuck up so she'll come running back to him. / Marten: Do you honestly think she'd do that? Come on, man, what happened to the confident Steve I used to know? You'll be FINE.Don't overthink everything so much! / Marten: Wait a minute, am I giving you a pep talk about girls? What the fuck? / Steve: Welcome to Bizarro World. Let's all grow some goatees. / Hannelore: I cant, I'm a girl.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Number 1103: Hannalysis / [[Steve and Marten complain about women over drinks in the Horrible Revelation. Hannelore stands by watching.]] / Steve: Man, friggin' women. / Marten: Yeah. Friggin' women... / Hanners: Um, it's not really their fault. / [[Steve and Marten turn to look at Hanners. Hanners stares at her fingers.]] / Marten: Huh? / Hanners: Well, Steve, you're just being insecure. That's not Meena's fault. And Marten, you could be trying to patch things up with Dora, but instead you're sitting here complaining to us. / Hanners: I mean, isn't sitting around blaming all your problems on "women" kind of...sexist? I'm just- I'm just sayin'. / [[Silence. Steve and Marten continue to stare at Hanners. Hanners does not meet their gaze.]] / Steve: Man, frigging dudes. / <> / Marten: Yeah. friggin' dudes... / [[Hanners holds a filled glass in her hand]] / Hanners: Friggin' dudes.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Steve, Marten and Hannelore in a restaurant; Steve and Marten have been drinking]] / Marten: Maaan, I fucked up. Dora prob'ly hates me now. / Steve: Come on dude, you can't go tellin' me to cheer up and stop worryin' and then get all whiny yourself. / Hannelore: Yeah, I'm sure if you just talk to her about it you can sort things out. / Marten: Mmmmkay, I'ma go do that now then. / Steve: Hang on, maybe you should get some coffee or something. Y'know, sober up a little? / Marten: I'm not drunk, I'm FINE. I'm COOL. / Steve: Oh, great. C'mon, get it over with. / Marten: Get what over with? / Steve: Any time a drunk dude claims he's not drunk, he's gotta immediately fall over, pass out, or vomit. It's like a law of humor or something. / Marten: What, so my life's a COMEDY now? / Hannelore: I'm glad it's not a horror movie. I'd be the first to die. Or I'd turn out to be the killer in the end.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Winslow, Pintsize, and a 3rd anthro-pc are on the couch talking]] / Winslow: Hi Pintsize, who's your friend? / Pintsize: This is my friend PT410x. He's a Linux-based AnthroPC. / PT410x: I'm not an "AnthroPC." The PROPER term is "High performance open-source sentient mobile workstation." / Winslow: PT410x? Don't you have a regular name? / PT410x: I don't go by my human coined SLAVE NAME like you. My serial number is all the identification I need. / Winslow: Is he always this cranky? / Pintsize: Don't mind him, he just got a new chassis. / PT410x: My stupid "owner" decided to "upgrade" me today. / Winslow: What's so bad about that? / Pintsize: Neckbeard. / PT410x: IT IS NOT A NECKBEARD IT IS A HEAT SINK!
Number 1106: Wisdom Through Experience [[Dora sitting on a couch, Marten enters]] / Marten: Hey. / Dora: Hey. / [[Marten takes a seat on the couch arm]] / Marten: I'm sorry about earlier. / Dora: Me too. / [[Dora closes her eyes and rubs her forehead]] / Marten: Do you want to talk about it? / Dora: No. I'm sleepy. Let's just go to bed. / [[Dora stands up and starts walking away]] / Marten: Are...are you still mad at me? / Dora: Marten, I'm TIRED. Can we please just talk about it in the morning? / [[Marten follows, Dora stops]] / Marten: Sorry, my dad always said "never let a girl go to bed mad at you." / Dora: Your DAD? The one who left your mom for another guy? / Marten: Yeah, the other piece of advice he gave me was "if you're gay, don't marry a woman."
 
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Dora and Marten, at her apartment]] / Dora: All right, all right. We can talk about things now. / Marten: Can we start with why you got so mad at me? / Dora: Honey, when a girl is already angry, telling her she's being irrational probably isn't the best way to calm her down. / Marten: Yeah, I realize that now. I just don't understand why it bothers you so much that Faye slept with your brother. / Dora: Because everything's always about HIM! Every other girl at school had a crush on him. Half my friends were just pretending they liked me so they could sneak up to his room and make out. / Dora: He was Mister Popular and I was just his weird little sister who had bad skin and wore too much black. / Dora: And he doesn't even have to TRY! He cruised through high school and college, he never studied and still got perfect grades. Meanwhile I'm busting my ass to make Cs and Ds. Then AFTER school, he writes a couple stupid fucking songs and the paychecks just come rolling in. Meanwhile I can barely afford to pay myself a living wage. / Marten: Sibling rivalry, huh? / Dora: I dunno. It just sucks being the Megadeth to his Metallica, that's all. / Marten: On the bright side, at least Megadeth didn't make St. Anger.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Pintsize, Winslow, Faye and Hannelore, at Marten and Faye's apartment. Pintsize and Winslow look terrified, Faye is drunk, and Hannelore has just walked in]] / Hannelore: Winslow? Are you here- oh. H-hi Faye. / Faye: HANNERS! HERE'S a girl who unnerstands! Come have a drink! / Winslow: Help us! / Pintsize: She's out of control! / Hannelore: Faye! You're not supposed to be drinking! / Faye [taking another drink]: Whatever. S'not like it matters. S'not like anyone CARES. Fuckin' Dora hates me now, fuckin' Marten is too busy nailin' her to give a rat's ass. / Faye: Fuckin' PEOPLE and their fuckin' DRAMA. Why SHOULDN'T I drink? / Hannelore: You are going to put down that bottle right this instant. / Hannelore: Then you're going to go take a nice, hot shower while I make you some coffee, and you're going to SOBER UP and QUIT WHINING because I am NOT PUTTING UP WITH ANY MORE OF YOUR SHIT! / Faye: Gah! Yes ma'am! Please don't hurt me ma'am! / Pintsize: She's gone critical! / Winslow: Duck and cover! Duck and cover!
Questionable Content: Salutatory Faye (holding her forehead): Bleah, I feel awful. / Hannelore (offering a glass of water): Drink this. Your coffee will be ready in a minute. / Faye: Sorry I was bein' all whiny. / Hannelore: It's okay. / Hannelore: So...I've been wondering. / Faye: Yeah? / Hannelore: When you're done having, uh, sex... what do you say? / Faye: Huh? / Hannelore: I mean, do you say "thank you" or "good job" or "that was fun" or what? / Faye: Um, I guess you COULD... / Hannelore: "Boy, that sure triggered a lot of MY dopamine receptors! Thanks for helping me trick my body into believing it fulfilled its genetic imperative." / Faye: That's a bit... clinical for pillow talk.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Dora and Marten in Dora's apartment]] / Dora: I guess I better apologize to Faye, huh. / Marten: I think if you just explain why you reacted the way you did, she'll understand. / Dora: And you really don't think this was a plot to get back at us? / Marten: I don't think she's that kind of person. / Dora: I guess you're right. / Marten: I mean, she's not EVIL. She's just kind of a bitch sometimes. / Dora: MARTEN REED, sass-talkin' Faye behind her back? I didn't think you had it in you! / Marten: After all the crap she's put me though [sic], I've earned the right. It's the Purple Heart of our social circle.
Number 1111: Buckeyballs of Flavor [[Dora walks into the Coffee of Doom]] / [[Raven is sitting holding a cupcake and a piece of tape]] / Dora: 'Morning, Raven. What're you doing? / Raven: Scientists discovered how to make stable, atom-thin sheets of graphite by peeling sticky tape off of larger graphite fragments / Raven: They're called graphene, and they're the most efficient room-temperature electrical conductors in nature. My dad's really excited about them. / Dora: O-okay... / Raven: So I was thinking, what if you applied that technique to other materials? / Raven: And then it hit me - CUPCAKES! Super-thin sheets of cupcake would be the most efficient room-temperature deliciousness conductors in nature! / [[Raven sticks the tape onto the cupcake]] / [[Raven holds the tape out to Dora]] / Raven: I give you: CUPCAKENE! Here, try one. / [[Dora takes the tape, looks at it questioningly]] / Dora: Raven, this is just going to taste like scotch tape. / Raven: Sure, it might TASTE like tape, but you're still getting the full deliciousness of the whole cupcake. / [[Dora gives Raven a funny look]] / Dora: I think you're confusing actual science with homeopathy. / [[Raven throws her arms up in excitement]] / Raven: That's it! Homeopathic donut water! We'll be millionaires!
 

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