Comic 135 - MSTed - My, You're Awfully Tall

7th Jul 2010, 5:31 PM in Take That Us
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MSTed - My, You're Awfully Tall

"Fred's good with Morph Ball mazes." Not as good as the almighty Samus Aran. Since, y'know, she's got four trillion, seventy-nine billion, three-hundred and twenty million, four thousand and ninety-two ranks in Tumble, and he's only got four ranks. It's called numeric comparison. Bitch.

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Author Notes:

00Davo
I need to make a musical episode sometime. Musical episodes are awesome.

The original version of this comic is here.

Comments:

7th Jul 2010, 8:03 PM
I'm getting awfully confused by trying to calculate the number of fourth walls in this comic. The answer appears to be Pi.

8th Jul 2010, 6:20 AM
Okay now you are just trying to get trope overdosed by mentioning tropes with your lampshades?

Also how do you put pot holes in here?

8th Jul 2010, 6:53 AM
00Davo
@Joaqs: It's BBCode. Use [url= tv tropes url here]trope name here [/url], removing all those spaces.

24th Aug 2010, 3:53 AM
What, no comments on how exactly he's carrying Bob while rolling?

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Transcript:

Jane: You haven't played Assassin's Creed, you haven't read Discworld...
Trope-tan: Next you'll be saying you haven't seen DoctorHorriblesSingAlongBlog.
Bob: Doctor... horrible?
Trope-tan: WHY ARE YOU IN THIS COMIC AT ALL!?

Fred: Oh great. A Morph Ball maze.

Tom: How... convenient.
Crow: Good thing I've suddenly discovered the ability to become a Morph Ball, or I wouldn't be able to get through here!
Fred: Guys, I've had this ability for years.
I just... never ever made any reference to it or otherwise demonstrated its existence at all.

Trope-tan: He's got the ball-jump upgrade already... not many requirements for that one.
Jane: Probably has the long/charge beam - unless he sequence-broke to pick up ice beam earlier...
Fred: If you're really interested, I could just explain how it all happened.
Jane: No, speculating is more fun.

Bob: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
Joel: Where are we even going? What's going on? How does this comic relate to the overall plot?
Crow: A plot? Where?
Tom: Why are we asking so many questions? Why is nothing interesting happening in this panel? Why aren't Gypsy and Cambot making snarky comments too?

Jane: There you are!

Tom: Wait. You were on the *other side* of that wall in the background.
Jane: And I knew where everyone went. I even divulged the incredible secret of the lighting.
Tom: So why are you surprised to find them now?
Jane: Bad writing?

Morph!
Fred: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? BOB'S DYING OR SOMETHING, AND IT IS SOMEHOW ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Fred (singing): It's all your fault/No, it was not fall damage/It's all your fault/Very few words rhyme with damage/And now I rhymed it with itself!
AND THAT'S ALL YOUR FAULT TOO!/Do do do do do dooo!/Da da da da da da!/It's your fault...
Jane: That was... beautiful.

Jane: Cure Light Wounds!

Bob: That was at *least* a moderate wound.
Trope-tan: Bob, we're trying to *stop* stealing jokes from OotS. You're not helping.
Tom: Actually, Bob doesn't actually look at all wounded in this comic. Lazy art again?

Bob: How many goblins did I kill? Two thousand? Twelve thousand? Three billion?

Joel: There were only about thirty in the first place.
Fred: And that's including the three I crushed under my Morph onslaught.
Trope-tan: Eep. Mysteriously size-reduced Bob falls straight into the UncannyValley. Brr.

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