Reason #31 why I love my office...
Me: Hey, Katie, guess what? In other news, I drew a design for LADYBIRD WOLVERINE. It has adamantium blades come out from where its legs live.
It can kill kittens.
Ben: There’s also a screenshot of it clawing its way out of a tank full of unspecified liquid, evulsing (I can’t think of a better word) it’s little leg blades and going “roooooooooaaaaar”.
Me: And then it flees the mysterious government building, shouting “my house is on fire and my children have flown!”
Katie: Well what else would it do? And "it's", Ben? Really?
Me: Why is there an apostrophe in “it’s little leg blades”?
Ben: It is a hitherto unheard of incidence of the words “it” and “is” being required when one is discussing ladybirds with cyberware. It’s to do with their essence drain or something.
Me: *nods thoughtfully* The essence drain did prove tricky for Wolverladybird during those three years she hitched round America in the 50s…
Ben: That was mostly the drugs though. Or was that the 60s?
Me: The 60s were fucking awesome. She went to Woodstock. People kept trying to catch her and sing to her, but she ain’t got adamantium blades for nothing…
Ben: That’s hardly in the spirit of universal love, now, is it? Reach out and touch someone - just not that arsey ladybird over there with the dead kitten stuck to her side…
Me: Wolverladybird’s got no time for universal love. Not after what those insects in Vietnam tried to do to her…
Ben: Might I suggest Wolverladybird team up (if only temporarily) with Storm - the chaos butterfly, and Sir Francis Xbeetle, against the evil Magkitteno and his cronies…
It can kill kittens.
Ben: There’s also a screenshot of it clawing its way out of a tank full of unspecified liquid, evulsing (I can’t think of a better word) it’s little leg blades and going “roooooooooaaaaar”.
Me: And then it flees the mysterious government building, shouting “my house is on fire and my children have flown!”
Katie: Well what else would it do? And "it's", Ben? Really?
Me: Why is there an apostrophe in “it’s little leg blades”?
Ben: It is a hitherto unheard of incidence of the words “it” and “is” being required when one is discussing ladybirds with cyberware. It’s to do with their essence drain or something.
Me: *nods thoughtfully* The essence drain did prove tricky for Wolverladybird during those three years she hitched round America in the 50s…
Ben: That was mostly the drugs though. Or was that the 60s?
Me: The 60s were fucking awesome. She went to Woodstock. People kept trying to catch her and sing to her, but she ain’t got adamantium blades for nothing…
Ben: That’s hardly in the spirit of universal love, now, is it? Reach out and touch someone - just not that arsey ladybird over there with the dead kitten stuck to her side…
Me: Wolverladybird’s got no time for universal love. Not after what those insects in Vietnam tried to do to her…
Ben: Might I suggest Wolverladybird team up (if only temporarily) with Storm - the chaos butterfly, and Sir Francis Xbeetle, against the evil Magkitteno and his cronies…