Pretty sure it was Slartibartfast who carved the coastlines of Norway, thank you very much. Though that’s not discounting the possibility that Andrew Hussie is a secret mouse.
“Maybe he carved away a bunch of the Norwegian coastline with a spoon.” And he managed to do it without disturbing those lovely crinkly edges that won an award for Slartibartfast.
Ahaha, that’s a good point!
Honestly, Andrew Hussie secretly being Slartibartfast isn’t all that far-fetched.
“You’re not making any sense, Lisa. Come on, get it together.
She is if you remember what she’s talking about, but unfortunately, you don’t.
Things are pretty ugly right now.”
To be fair, Lisa has pretty much been mind-blown with grand truths of the multiverse right now. The world just told her “42” out of nowhere.
So yeah, she does need to get it together (because this is an ugly situation), but it’s very, very understandable that she’s not.
“Almost there. It’s like it’s at the tip of my tongue, but it’s my brain, not my tongue,” her voice was thin, barely audible, as though she was talking to herself and not to me. “Still fillin’ in the blanks.”
Hm, yeah, this is a good explanation for exactly why Lisa’s power helps her remember: Her power fills in the blanks. As the knowledge begins to get imped, her power continuously fills in the holes that makes.
And hey, speaking of, uh… We did see that Lisa is immune or at least resistant to her power, too, back in Parasite. That’s a neat bit of consistency.
She took off, smooth. It felt like an elevator kicking into motion, except we kept going faster, had the wind in our faces.
My first time flying, if you discounted the experience of riding a mutant dog as it leapt from a building, which was sort of half-flying.
I mean… in that situation, you did essentially fall and miss the ground by having the dogs leap off the side of the building before landing. According to Douglas Adams and satellites, that’s arguably flying.
It wasn’t half as exhilirating as I’d thought the experience would be. Tainted by the sombre, tense mood, the sting of the rain and the bitter chill that went straight through my damp costume and mask.
That’s a damn shame.
Each time she adjusted her hold on me, I had to fight that deep primal instinct that told me I was going to fall to my death. She was adjusting her grip a lot, too – she didn’t have superstrength, and I couldn’t have been easy to carry, especially soaking wet.
Fair. That’s the downside to having someone closer to her own age carrying Skitter, I suppose.
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