Sunday August 22, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part IV: Hand it Over
Note: The "bacon-and-potato thingies" Schlock is speaking of go by numerous names, usually because restaurants want you to think they're a local original rather than something any yokel with leftover baked potatos can cook up. They go like this:
  1. Cut a baked potato in half lengthwise. Scrape out the starchy potato-y middle, leaving just the skin and a thin layer of potato-guts.
  2. Butter it. ALL OVER. Scrimp on the butter and you're doing it wrong.
  3. Grate some cheese into it.
  4. Lay some cooked bacon on it. It can be crumbled, whole, or whatever. If it's still greasy, that's fine. It'll make up for the fact that I KNOW you didn't use enough butter.
  5. Bake it in the oven until the potato is sizzling and crispy and the cheese is bubbling and melted.
  6. Serve. It's like a greasy cross between a potato chip and a loaded baked potato.
Theoretically, the potato-guts you scraped out can be eaten separately. They can also be turned into mashed potatoes. You can add sour cream to them and blend them up and have something to dip the bacon-and-potato thingies in. You can throw them out. They're not nearly as tasty as the cardiologically hazardous mess you just pulled out of the oven (which, I might add, is going to taste even better if you add some butter to it).


Narrator: In yesterday's strip, we saw a pair of Tausennigan Ob'enn Thunderhead Superfortresses disabled by a pair of very fast breacher missiles.
Narrator: In today's strip, we pull back. . . 136 light-minutes away, and move forward in time by 136 minutes.
Tagon: What was that?!?!
Ennesby: That looked like a pair of very fast, very large, very lucky missiles.
Schlock geeks: Three panels of recap! Aaargh!
Shirt: Petey lives!
Schlock geeks: At least it updated on time.
Tagon: Can you track them? or maybe back-track them?
Ennesby: I'm working on it. I'm going to look around with the nine-minute array, and. . .
Ennesby: Whoa!
Tagon: What's "Whoa?" which screen?!?! I was looking at you!
Ennesby: Scrapyard just got hit with a third breacher.
Ennesby: This one had murder on it's mind. Scrapyard got vaporized.
Ennesby: Just before it hits, though. . . look at this frame.
Tagon: What's that dot?
Ennesby: Unless I miss my guess, that's the longboat, filled with the luckiest people for a light-day in any direction.
Tagon: Awright, Thurl!
Ennesby: If you'll warn me when you're about to do your happy dance, I can make sure the Wardroom is clear.
Schlock: I heard cheering and thought there might be popcorn or maybe some of those bacon and potato thingies.