I had the impression from Momma that the Jaegers each got their own gifts.
I've wondered all along is Higgs is the secret general, and his unique talent is to take on his original appearance? If Mama can change colors, I suppose it's possible. Or maybe one of the Heterodynes performed an experiment on him that changed his appearance, for spy reasons, and it stuck?
At any rate, would love to have the reveal finally.
Comic for Monday, September 5, 2016: sneaky gate permalink
This is an automated program that checks the Sneaky Gate every 5 minutes. source codeJenka didn't change that much, only a couple degrees more than Higgs.
New Page: BANG!!!!
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. -Terry PratchettA reminder that, whatever the differences, the situations,and the eventual maimings, Gil and Bang are essentially brother and sister.
Gil and Bang? They do bicker like brother and sister and I can be sure on Bang's point.... I like the crunchy bits.
Well here goes nothingBones, that's the bit you object to, Gil? Urrrlgl. Meat and chocolate are not a combo I'd want to try. A bit of cocoa in a mole is one thing, but this sounds yucky.
So Gil was fooled, at least temporarily. And he feels Paris is home ground. I forget, does he know that's where Agatha went?
Gil's been following the false trail, which implies his data comes from the Librarians throwing the trail. So, if the Lord High Conservator's plan had worked, Gil would now be on a second false trail to Paris. That's some impressive planning on the LHC's part! Not many people could fool Gil twice.
Thanks!
edited 4th Sep '16 10:41:15 PM by Lightningnettle
Yes. the Dreen at the Corbettite Fortress told him Agatha's destination, and that he'd be going there himself.
I swear I've had conversations like that with my brother. All his life.
Except for us, it revolves around furry fruits and pork scratchings or crackling. He hates the furry, and I love it — but, the fat... bleh: other way around.
edited 5th Sep '16 4:12:08 AM by Euodiachloris
Furry fruits? Like kiwi? Or, like, the internet definition? Cos I seen things...
Creed of the Happy Pessimist:Always expect the worst. Then, when it happens, it was only what you expected. All else is a happy surprise.Raspberry, peach, apricot, gooseberries, certain mulberries, some blackberry hybrids... those kinds. The hairy stuff you can peal or scoop isn't what sets his teeth on edge. It's the ones that you generally don't peel. :/ Even dried apricots set him off.
But, by association... he's not a fan of kiwis, physalis or rambutans, either. <_<
edited 5th Sep '16 5:36:33 AM by Euodiachloris
I like all of those. The only 'fruits' that I don't get along with are pears and coconut. They're gritty without any redeeming culinary value.
If it moves, eat it. If it doesn't move, kick it—then eat it!Pears are second only to bananas as God's gift to mankind. Well, after coffee.
Do you think they do Crunchy Frog chocolates too?
Would have thought them less popular than Crunchy Spicy Ant, myself. <shrugs>
My late wife liked pears a lot but was allergic to bananas. I like bananas . . .
If it moves, eat it. If it doesn't move, kick it—then eat it!Add chocolate sauce for the pears and/or bananas. Add boozy chocolate sauce: be it brandy or dark rum.
Easy version: about 5-6 regular-sized Mars Bars (the 58-ish g ones), 100 ml double cream (can go milk if worried about heart, but full fat recommended), optional 25 g butter, a single shot of whatever floats your boat (two or more will probably curdle things, but, hey: your sauce).
Chop Mars Bars (or Bar Ones) up into about 1-2 cm pieces. Combine with butter, if you don't mind clogged arteries. Slowly melt in a Pyrex bowl either over a low-temperature pan on the stove or using a low setting in the microwave, checking often and regularly stirring. Slowly add cream/milk. Once combined nicely, start adding the booze in small steps. When all smooth and silky, you're done.
Put in jug. Try not to eat in one sitting. To be really indulgently upmarket, replace half the Mars Bars with dark chocolate — sweet chilli and ginger can also happen.
edited 5th Sep '16 4:24:31 PM by Euodiachloris
Theodore Roosevelt's favorite camping dessert (and mine) was a can of pears packed in juice.
edited 5th Sep '16 7:06:15 PM by DeMarquis
Add tinned custard and you have mine. Well,with pears or peaches (bro can manage tinned peaches because they've had the fur removed). Would take mixed fruit salad, but that was decidedly down the list of acceptable tinnies.
Tinned lychees and custard.... hmmmmm.
If no custard, evaporated or condensed milk... kind of acceptable. :/ Powdered could take a hike.
All the desserts sound yummy. I prefer nectarines to peaches, but will eat peaches with reasonable happiness. My favorite fruit is still a mangostein. Doubt they'd can well though.
On a more GG note. It occurred to me to wonder if perhaps Andronicus had been slipped some jaegerdraught, or possibly taken it on purpose. It might explain the changes in him. Perhaps he could have been the Hidden General! I doubt it, but it'd be crazy. He's certainly been hidden, and was a General, for the other side.
The lack of canned fruit mix might be because the grapes have a furry texture.
Strawberries and cool whip. The best.
Well, after chocolate.
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. -Terry PratchettMeanwhile, I like most fruit... except raspberries. The artificial stuff has soured me on the real thing. Specifically, I hate the artificial stuff, and there's just enough similarity between the two that I generally don't enjoy real raspberries, either. I know some friends who go through the same thing with artificial banana flavor and real bananas.
If I were to guess, this entire thing is part of a massive plan In-Universe to get everyone to Paris for some reason.
Reminder: Offscreen Villainy does not count towards Complete Monster.Whose plan? I cant think of anyone who would want them all there.
Possibly true but when they all get there the excitement will be . . . terminal?
If it moves, eat it. If it doesn't move, kick it—then eat it!
I wonder if the mechanism whereby some jaegerkin turn monstrous and others (like Higgs!) manage to remain so human. Is it a choice? A reflection of the basic personality? Not that I find either Mama or Jenka disturbingly monstrous, mind . . .
If it moves, eat it. If it doesn't move, kick it—then eat it!