Tuesday, June 06, 2023

HARD AT WORK IN THE SPLORK MINES

In part it's because of the news that Doctor Octopus is reincarnating in one of the fictional universes as a mega-cute meganeko high-school girl. Which, for a fictional villain, is as good as it gets. I can just imagine the zaniness. In other part, it's because of a Calvin & Hobbes episode. In which, for show & tell, he channels for Blor-Utar from Zimtok-5, come to subjugate the human race (and do not resist).

Why? Because in addition to their value as slave labor, they are also delicious and nutricious!


"Snekk blog u-lar mekhh! Gahghh! Rk!"
------Blor-Utar, quoting a sloka in Sanskrit.


What if I were actually a space alien scout sent to scope out this horrid planet and assess the potential of its inhabitants? Would I find them useful? Perhaps they could be set to work long gruelling hours in our Splork mines, with a few harvested for compost, and parasitic hosting of our pupea. I doubt that they'd be very nutritious. That greasy junkfood diet.
A species with much plastic in its veins.
SPLORK! SPLORK! SPLORK! SPLORK! SPLORK!

The idea of an arch-baddy coming back as a neatly dressed short bespectacled high-school girl is both appropriate and quite charming. Does she get good marks? How is she at the subjects of English, algebra, and Japanese literature? Phys ed, swimming, the school cultural fest, and the geeky boy in an upper form who thinks she's the bees knees.
Are they both headed to Tokyo University in a few years?
Will they shyly share some takoyaki?
PANIC? EVIL? GLEE? ADORBS!

It is extremely unlikely, impossible in fact, that I would be one of those feel-good new age space aliens. "People of Earth, we come in peace! Galactic greetings." Yeah, um, no.
More like: "Ha ha, a rich source of soylent green, gourmet crispy protein!"

Harvest the nibbly bits, discard the rest.
It's like upscale chicharrones.



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