Imagine having to explain to an adult that they’re supposed to eat the inside of the orange and throw the outside away, as apparently they’d been doing it the other way and wonder why they keep throwing it up.
Out-of-Placers
A story of inconvenient changes
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Now now, being a yinglet can’t be that hard. Misery builds character, and what doesn’t kill you means you found someone else to eat it instead.
That’s the Yinglet Way! Struggle, survive, adapt. Succeed sometimes.
Wait until they realize there are manuals for that sort of thing. Cookbooks must be like witchcraft to them. Watch them argue why the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog, and which one was the hero of the story?
Spoiler: The yinglet who watched it all from the background. Yinglets are always the heroes.
Well, before they can read those manuals, they will first need to learn to read….
Not something that was all that common even amongst humans back in medieval times.
I love this comic.
So Kass is getting some Yinglet Sex Ed, I really hope that explanation is in the next comic.
Part of it! And then a more detailed explanation by a local scientific expert later.
….so, the local sexual deviant community?
Do you mean “of ze” instead of “ze of” in panel 3?
Yes indeed! Thanks for catching that.
Wait a second, Kass corrected herself and referred to herself as “her”, is this signs of acceptance of what has happened? Maybe even liking it and seeing the benefits of it?
Well! It’s more about seeing the benefits of someone who can tell you what you can eat without violently vomiting afterwards.
Kass was also referring to hi-herself in the third person. I think Kass is well aware of what other people see hi-her as.
As well as the fact that “she” no longer has a mighty cock between “her” legs.
It was a very nice one too.
The birds and the bees are delicious, just remove the stinger first.
Like most of the bugs and insects in this word, I imagine the bees are huge.
Not all of them!
Just most.
Oh the look on her face in the last pannel. Oh the claws gouging the table. Oh the contrast between the dis passionate wording of the caption in the last pannel and the hand signals that reveilles the hidden truth: YA’ll ina whoooole lata trouble there boy! Your a better Yinglet than I Gunga Kass.
Well hey, just because one is now a strange little birdrat thing doesn’t mean one has to lose their sense of professionalism!
You may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ‘im that’s got it.
Now in Injia’s sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin’ of ‘Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was “Din! Din! Din!
You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.”
The uniform ‘e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ rather less than ‘arf o’ that be’ind,
For a piece o’ twisty rag
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment ‘e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
In a sidin’ through the day,
Where the ‘eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,
We shouted “Harry By!” [Mr. Atkins’s equivalent for “O brother.”]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped ‘im ’cause ‘e couldn’t serve us all.
It was “Din! Din! Din!
You ‘eathen, where the mischief ‘ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I’ll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!”
‘E would dot an’ carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An’ ‘e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin’ nut,
‘E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.
With ‘is ~mussick~ on ‘is back, [Water-skin.]
‘E would skip with our attack,
An’ watch us till the bugles made “Retire”,
An’ for all ‘is dirty ‘ide
‘E was white, clear white, inside
When ‘e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was “Din! Din! Din!”
With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
“Hi! ammunition-mules an’ Gunga Din!”
I shan’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ‘a’ been.
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.
‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ he plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water-green:
It was crawlin’ and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was “Din! Din! Din!
‘Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ‘is spleen;
‘E’s chawin’ up the ground,
An’ ‘e’s kickin’ all around:
For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!”
‘E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
‘E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ‘e died,
“I ‘ope you liked your drink”, sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ‘im later on
At the place where ‘e is gone —
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen;
‘E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
:O
Oh my gosh panel number seven. The size of that speech bubble needed to contain the sheer magnitude of the… creative honesty.
HI
Blend in as an informant?
Kass came with the title of Diplomat from Ivenmoth. Wearing Ivenmoth red with a clear Ivenmoth sigil proudly displayed on the chest of that Ivenmoth red dress.
Poorest possible attempt to blend in that I have ever seen….
He’d have a better chance with the Reed of Carnal Beckoning.
Actually, orange peels are edible; they just don’t taste very good.
They do once they’re candied.
I suspect that if Vizlet attempted to assert some authority over Kass, it could lead to another contest of wills. Kass knows when to roll with the punches and when to float on the current. But I don’t think he’d just roll over here if Vizlet came in demanding obedience.
Would have been almost interesting to see.
I hate to do this, especially after all these years, but … eighth panel, top bubble, Invenmozh instead of Ivenmozh?