Author Topic: A desperate plea for help to the Right Reverend Roger  (Read 12513 times)

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Re: A desperate plea for help to the Right Reverend Roger
« Reply #60 on: January 15, 2019, 10:40:14 pm »
I am lost on so many levels

Let me explain.

Even before he died, have you ever seen The Good Reverend Roger and Doktor Howl in the same room, or even appearing together in a picture that didn't seem suspiciously altered?  Don't you find the circumstances of the Good Reverend's death bizarre, to say the least?

The answer is simple.

Aliens.

Illegal aliens.

From the star Vega.

Why do you think Trump is so obsessed with his wall?  Don't you think $5.7 billion is a ridiculously large amount for some simple barrier?  Well, the truth is that it's a SPACE WALL.  Trump wants to protect America from an influx of Vegans, who will bring with them their bizarre lifestyle and culinary choices.  Can you imagine what might happen if too many of them got in?  It would devastate the already suffering beef and pork industries, and KFC might even go out of business.  Do you know how many Trump voters eat fried chicken?

Unfortunately for Trump, the SPACE WALL simply won't work, because, despite what they want you to believe, the Earth is actually round, and you can't just put a wall around the edges.

If you have any questions, dial "0" and ask for leniency.
"When I say 'engineering', I have unreasonable expectations.  It must - as you know - look good in PADS AND give you plenty of help ducking and weaving in meetings.  But it must also, at some distant point in time, function.  If it does not, then you must accept that you are not in fact an engineer but instead an MBA.  Hang your head in SHAME, sinner!"

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Re: A desperate plea for help to the Right Reverend Roger
« Reply #61 on: January 15, 2019, 10:45:27 pm »
I've got an itch behind my eye. I'm not sure if I should pop it out, clean it, and put it back in. I'm not sure it would help, I haven't ever seen anybody doing that.
Maybe they do it hidden.
Maybe their eyes don't itch.
Maybe their eyes do itch but they don't want to pop them out for some reason.

It feels like receiving a superposition of nobel prize and darwin award in a box that's ticking suspiciously.

And everyone's just fucking clapping.

It sounds like a software problem.  Have you tried rebooting?
"When I say 'engineering', I have unreasonable expectations.  It must - as you know - look good in PADS AND give you plenty of help ducking and weaving in meetings.  But it must also, at some distant point in time, function.  If it does not, then you must accept that you are not in fact an engineer but instead an MBA.  Hang your head in SHAME, sinner!"

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Re: A desperate plea for help to the Right Reverend Roger
« Reply #62 on: January 16, 2019, 12:15:00 am »
Why did you suddenly decide to start using a name confusingly similar to that of an established Subgenius personality?

It's unrelated, but yes, very close.

I did this because as TGRR, I was not cartoon-ish enough to be a proper villain.

But you knew that.
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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: A desperate plea for help to the Right Reverend Roger
« Reply #63 on: April 29, 2019, 03:17:12 pm »
Going by the rants I hear on Hour of Slack (which I always thoroughly enjoy and instantly know are yours when they begin), I would have thought that being the "Good" reverend had a certain amount of wonderful irony to it.

Anyway, like broken hearts, names are for assholes. And that, I know.
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche