Oh shit the rare #triple-strip! Also #rush.
Part of story Pub as a Service
(15 Comics)
The Analog Kid
PANEL 1
[PLYMOUTH stands confidently at center stage, arms wide.]
PLYMOUTH: I’m so confident in Floptimus, I’ll let you choose your weapon.
JAY: Keytars.
TREY: Obviously keytars, he’s been holding that thing for like an hour now!
PANEL 2:
PLYMOUTH: Hah! I just had Floptimus upgraded to KeytarOS 3.0!
TREY: Fuck!
PANEL 3:
[Jay struggling]
JAY: This robot’s timing is too good…
TREY: Freebird!
PANEL 4:
[JAY stands alone, gripping his keytar. Floptimus looms opposite.]
JAY: I need to play something CLOSER TO THE HEART.
PANEL 5:
TREY (from crowd): RUSH SUCKS!
JAY: Fuck you, RUSH FUCKING RULES!
PANEL 6:
JAY: This one’s called Free Will.
PANEL 7:
[Floptimus begins to glitch—smoke and sparks rising. Music notes and maple leafs come out of Jay’s keytar]
FLOPTIMOUS: RIFF LEVEL… IRRATIONAL… TIME SIGNATURES NON-EUCLIDEAN… DOES NOT COMPUTE!
<SFX: SKRRRT BZZZZT>
PANEL 8:
<SFX: POW!>
[Floptimus’ head explodes in a burst of sparks and flame.]
TREY: Fuck!
PANEL 9:
[JAY stands triumphant, holding his keytar like a sword. Floptimus smoking in the background]
JAY: You forgot one thing, Plymouth! When it comes to late-stage capitalism…
uh… okay, so like… you tried to turn this place into a PRODUCT and when…
you know what? Just fuck you.
TREY (to Julie): Hahaha you have sex with that.
JULIE: Shut up!
PANEL 10:
PLYMOUTH: I’ll give the pub back. But this wasn’t a loss it was research. I will recalibrate and-- (cuts off)
JAY: Shut up!
BRANDO: We did it!
THE ROB (holding lit Molotovs): Uhhh, I should probably put these out then.
[PLYMOUTH stands confidently at center stage, arms wide.]
PLYMOUTH: I’m so confident in Floptimus, I’ll let you choose your weapon.
JAY: Keytars.
TREY: Obviously keytars, he’s been holding that thing for like an hour now!
PANEL 2:
PLYMOUTH: Hah! I just had Floptimus upgraded to KeytarOS 3.0!
TREY: Fuck!
PANEL 3:
[Jay struggling]
JAY: This robot’s timing is too good…
TREY: Freebird!
PANEL 4:
[JAY stands alone, gripping his keytar. Floptimus looms opposite.]
JAY: I need to play something CLOSER TO THE HEART.
PANEL 5:
TREY (from crowd): RUSH SUCKS!
JAY: Fuck you, RUSH FUCKING RULES!
PANEL 6:
JAY: This one’s called Free Will.
PANEL 7:
[Floptimus begins to glitch—smoke and sparks rising. Music notes and maple leafs come out of Jay’s keytar]
FLOPTIMOUS: RIFF LEVEL… IRRATIONAL… TIME SIGNATURES NON-EUCLIDEAN… DOES NOT COMPUTE!
<SFX: SKRRRT BZZZZT>
PANEL 8:
<SFX: POW!>
[Floptimus’ head explodes in a burst of sparks and flame.]
TREY: Fuck!
PANEL 9:
[JAY stands triumphant, holding his keytar like a sword. Floptimus smoking in the background]
JAY: You forgot one thing, Plymouth! When it comes to late-stage capitalism…
uh… okay, so like… you tried to turn this place into a PRODUCT and when…
you know what? Just fuck you.
TREY (to Julie): Hahaha you have sex with that.
JULIE: Shut up!
PANEL 10:
PLYMOUTH: I’ll give the pub back. But this wasn’t a loss it was research. I will recalibrate and-- (cuts off)
JAY: Shut up!
BRANDO: We did it!
THE ROB (holding lit Molotovs): Uhhh, I should probably put these out then.
