The astute reader may note that today's strip marks the 144th day, or page, or whatever, of Schlock Mercenary. The author apologizes in advance that he could not come up with anything more gross to appropriately celebrate the occasion.
Schlock:Okay, emergency medical hologram, how do we save the doctor's life?
EMH:We don't. He's been shot in the head.
Schlock:But what about cryostasis? Can't we freeze him, and then put him back together, like, when he's cold?
EMH:The victim must still have a viable brain for cryostasis to be worth the effort.
EMH:Look at that wound -- The bullet took out most of his brain! Gone is the Seat of Sapiency... The Castle of Cognizance... The Palace of Perception.
EMH:I could rebuild his skull, but all you'd have inside is the Freeway Construction Zone of Drool.
Schlock:Wow. Nice metaphors.
EMH:I've got a built-in thesaurus.
Footnote:The astute reader may note that today's strip marks the 144th day, or page, or whatever, of Schlock Mercenary. The author apologizes in advance that he could not come up with anything more gross to appropriately celebrate the occasion.
