Chapter 20 – Page 2
Whoopsidoodle. Sorry for the mixup, just got back from MAGFest, and boy is my everything tired.
If you’re seeing Page 1 again, try a refresh. Page 2 is definitely available for your reading pleasure, though the RSS might indicate differently.
I’m looking forward to Taro’s house of cards, and the expected results.
Also I have a moment like in Digger when I look at the last panel: “Seriously, if they’d just use yokes and a pulley system, they could halve their labor requirements!”
What they need is a bureaucrat.
Hermes would get that hellhole running so efficiently that all the physical labor would be done by a single Australian man.
You mean a single non-human. :P
That’s what he said.
HAH!
Looks like Syr’Nj cannot wheat to make some political grains.
That was terrible. It’s like you barley even tried.
I agree, it was corny at best.
The Seven Seas of Rye seems to be a fine tune for this page.
Anyway, let’s hop to the next beer.
Balloney. I meant “Let’s make a few hops to the next beer.”
Are there some hops our adventurers won’t get rolled in the flour ?
*pun involving the word thresh*
At yeast you made the effort.
you’re all gluten’s for puns. \o/ i loaf to think what a guilded age meetup would be like.
Full of cutting remarks, no doubt.
These wheaticisms have me rolling, unfortunately not in dough.
Pfft. These puns are just a bunch of chaff. They don’t get to the germ of the matter, so I’m baling out.
Taro’s improving, eh? So Iwatani makes hay while the son shines.
The quality of some of these is making me sickle.
C’mon guys, be cereal.
Prescythely.
Gnome baby strikes again!
That last panel reminds me that the single most devastating weapon deployed in the American Civil War was the mechanical reaper.
If it were really that efficient at killing, they’d have made mechanical grim reapers.
That. Is. Not. A. Sickle.
GRAAGH!
It’s alright, Iwatani probably knows jack shit about farming anyway. It’s just PR.
Google says it’s a sickle, unless there’s a special name for a sickle with extra handles on the side of the big handle. (Yo dawg, I heard you like handles, so I put handles on your handle so you can sickle while you sickle.)
Pretty sure it’s a scythe rather than a sickle. Sickle is one handed with a circular blade.
Near as I can tell, the difference between them is the same difference between an axe and a hatchet.
Jean-Luc’s got the right of it, anyway. He could tell you what a bushel of corn sells for but not what the differences are between a shovel, a spade, and a trowel.
Hey, scythe matters!
That’s a scythe. A sickle is a one handed tool. I’ve used both in my youth. Very old fashioned farming family!
Yeah, sickles are those silver coins from Harry.
Is that… Steven Segall?
he doesn’t seem to be 50 pounds overweight, nor wearing chinese garb, I’d say no, no he is not.
If he gets into combat and effortlessly no-sells anything that happens, perhaps I will amend my answer.
It’s Steven Sickle.
Dat alt text.
“… once he’s given the proper lessons in empathy.”
I think he actually means “… once he’s taught how to feign altruism and kindness to fool other people.”
That would be a lesson in sympathy. A lesson in empathy is more of the “this’ll teach that kid a lesson!” kind of lesson.
Is it just me, or does that wagon the people are pushing seem way too heavy to be carrying just hay?
its got 2 narrow wheels on an unpaved surface. i almost wonder if its moving at all.
Wasn’t he a thinly-veiled bad guy who was raising his son to be dictator of Gastonia? And wasn’t he much skinnier before?