The B-Movie Comic


	Ha! I bet everyone had already forgotten about good old Sir Lostalot, but as you can see, he hasn't been idle at all. While Professor Dr., Biff and Snuka followed Rutentuten's trail, Lostey went to get some reinforcements. And, admit it, this is already a lot more logical than they would do it in a true b-movie. In a true b-movie, somebody would return with reinforcements after having been absent for only 5 minutes, if at all. Or else, somebody would disappear in search of reinforcements before there's even any emergency foreseeable. And Prof. Dr. shouldn't really feel stupid for giving his ultimate weapon away without need, that's also just some time-honored b-movie mechanism, common especially in serials. Flash Gordon seems to be unnaturally fond of it, for one: Episode xx1 Flash faces some monster, armed only with his bare hands, they struggle: cliffhanger. Episode xx2: struggle continues, Flash finds a laser rifle on the ground and kills the monster. The rifle drops to the ground faster than Snuka's moral standards in a candy shop, then Flash walks around the corner...and faces some monster, armed only with his bare hands. If he just would learn to hang on to his tools, Flash could dispose of ten episodes' worth of opponents in 20 minutes... Today also marks Prof. LaFebrezé's final appearance in the strip (as far as it's been scripted yet), and he quotes an argument often fielded to defend the idea of Ancient civilizations' superiority: their avowed mathematical precision. In reality, it runs a bit like this: "I found a wooden peg in the ruins, and when I measured it, it was precisely 22,3469343239 centimeters long, and not even 0,000000000001 centimeters longer or shorter! How could they achieve such precision without modern technology? Another proof of Alien involvement in the birth of Egyptian civilization!" Of course there are no exclusively bagpipe-armed military units in reality. The Geneva Convention clearly states that any more than three pipers playing simultaneously constitutes a case of inhuman cruelty in warfare. (Oh, and in case you wondered, 'of foot' means 'infantry'. It's just ... British.) Don't you already feel the dramatic climax draw nearer and nearer? Don't forget to come back on Monday, when Rutentuten decides to get certain things done while he still has the time. In the meantime, I'd be nice if you'd vote for me, or visit the forums.