Damn hindsight
Don't like that massage any more, do ya, huh?
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Twenty-seven missiles later
<Boy, I am REALLY glad that I traded places six missiles ago.>
<Way to show compassion for the team, man.>
*bwam* *bwam*
<But you DO realize that we'll have to... y'know... save them from being re-frozen until the purple thing either starves to death or leaves in general.>
<Yeah, yeah.>
*bwam*
<Well, look... let's try to strike up a deal with the maniac. We give them their helmet, we get to leave. I dunno, something like that.>
<Well, give it a shot, it's all we've got.>
*bwam* *bwam*
<Hey purple th...>
*leap* *bwam* *bwam* *bwam *freeze*
GYAH!
<Although in retrospect, there's probably a distinct possibility that the purple thing doesn't even understand Metroid. At which point, talking to it is less than useless.>
Metroid, Samus, Kraid, and the rest of 'em are all property of Nintendo, who to my knowledge wouldn't do anything such as sue me or shut poor Planet Zebeth down, because they're so damn nice, and Metroid kicks ass : }
This particular comic strip was made solely by me, by that happy little program known as KolourPaint. Yes, the one that everyone runs in fear from. That's why the comic looks the way it does.
