Bent thing

Guns don't kill people but sometimes bent things are responsible. Possibly men with bent things might be the main culprits. Mr Prendergast however recalls the correct application of his new found bent thing and applies it to all and sundry. A bit of a spree actually. Strange though...he looks like a quiet chap.

Shoot down the devils.

I like this picture. For a run of the mill grunt bad guy this fellow has an expanded vocabulary. He clearly must have topped his class in something. I suppose for his efforts of gaining a speaking part he probably doesn't survive the next frame. Still, intelligence is not necessarily a prerequisite for continuity. There are plenty of stupid people out there who prove that every day.   

If only they could find the meat pies.

Desperate shortage of meat pies and cream buns. We've sent our best men out on the job looking for culprits. The search party is trying their best. Yet the more they look the harder it is to find anything.
Keep your eyes open. They've got to be out there somewhere. Also beer, there was lots of beer and that seems to have gone missing as well.

Joke

This is the sort of chap who gives smoking a bad name. Though much maligned in some (decent) circles the cigarette holder is too continental for a chap to use without being accused of doing so for a dare.

Seven tins

It's not all about shooting at Jerries you know...sometimes a chap has to stop and reflect on the finer things in life.There is always much to think about, but to think about the right things is always the challenge.
Is it possible to distill from Mr Prendergast's thoughts his intentions? The mysteries of life are many.

The classic!

There are many moves but this one would have to be the one. Stealth. Fear. Intimacy. All there in one move. Also you want to be only on one end of this. 

You complete me...

...now I finish you. I'm not really sure of what to make of that statement. There's not enough ambiguity in it to make me comfortable. It doesn't help that the allegedly impartial third person appears to be taking great delight in the proceedings.

Men in short skirts?

Are these fellows in skirts? Or are they in shorts? Or even, if you look closely enough skorts?
Interesting way to toughen up a bunch of blokes - by changing the way they dress by putting them into dresses. By no means is dress wearing not tough - hell 50% of the population tend to be wearers of non-trousers and it would be foolish to think that they are anything but tough. Perhaps it's a tough-guy thing about being tough that being transitioned into a non-trouser situtation might be seen as something less than optimal. Still there they are. Acting as one and having something made of them. Looks like hard work though, skirts or no skirts. 

I must get away...

I feel like this often. Vague shapes have too much authority and clout these days. There was a time when they were you know, vague. Now, even though they are vague, they tend to be obtrusive and intrusive. How did all this come about? Apparantly there are many reasons but none of them are clear. There could be a definitive answer but the reasons are not open to discussion, well not immediatly that's almost for certain.
As vague and fearful the situation might be, yelling in terror might be the best remedy yet.

Some follow...

Get out from under that rock and take a long walk in the sunsine. Follow on before you feel duty bound to make sense of the situation. Leave that for the others. Don't just stand there get moving.

The big right hand.

Should this be of concern? Can a giant hand be friendly? Is it belligerent? If there's one where is the other?What does it want? How does it know what it wants? What is it trying to grasp?
Should this group let it go? Should they try and shake it? So many questions...

When Nazis with knees like coffee...

...do we ban coffee, and knees for that matter? Have they ruined the fun for everyone? When the bad guys like something does that mean we have to stop liking it by default? This lot appear harmless enough. But I imagine their intent is quite the opposite. Yet appearances can be deceiving - despite their insistence of having their lattes from some up market hipster sourced handleless mug.

Makes you think twice about the things you enjoy. 

Just like a musical!

So lyrical! You can't just say these words you have to sing them.
You must. You must. 
It's a song about a truck.
A truck.
A truck.
A song about a truck.
Is there time to sing?
No.
Is there time to sing?
No no no.
Is there time to sing!
No no no no no!
Arrgh!

Beware little planes.

Those things sure are pesky. Scootin' around with their crescendos of powerful motor. Flying here, flying there, flying anywhere they like. Good grief where will they fly next? They also have that annoying savage clatter. Clatter clatter clatter. Life is bad enough at times but who needs be reminded of punctuated guns"?

If only one of them is that annoying - imagine what a whole lot of them would be like. Would they be called a gaggle? A brace? A swarm? A hive? A squadronette? Note to self; must use crescendo in conversation at least twice today. 

Is advice under duress acceptable?

I understand that advice given under duress may not be seen as legally binding.  I trust whoever this fellow is advising has a lawyer (good or bad) handy to see if they should act on this advice. Also it would be worthwhile to understand if proper procedures have been put in place and are being followed. There could be a potential claim given the hasty decision making.

Down came the troopers one, two, three.

We want that jolly jumbuck what you've got in your tuckerbag. Sometimes words just look plain silly when you write them down. Of course a loss of context doesn't really help. But there are three them. And they're like troopers. They are mounted in a sense. And they certainly are after something. There's also no doubt that they would look to employ excessive force to get what they want. Even though it wouldn't be a ram, joyful or not.

See..it all makes sense if you allow it.

No time to panic, I gotta weave.

Stress does strange things to a man. In the dark confines of a hot turret, all chaps pressed together, panic is always a possibility. What does one do? How does one act? Is it time to shout? Or do you stick close to your chums? If you're done for yet there isn't much else you can do.

Why do some men...

...insist on conducting mechanical repairs while shirtless? Such is life, however given the amount of oil and grease and sand (being in the desert) will no doubt lead to an element of considerable discomfort. 
This may be why Eastman is angry.

Seatbelts are stupid.

Clearly seatbelts are a restraint to our natural freedoms. Thank the heavens that the three at left had the good fortune to be flung from the wayward vehicle. Don't worry they'll be OK. Free from the tyranny of the nanny state they are now free to fight the real enemy. 

Work work work!

When will it ever end? It's not like burning ships are in short supply. The career officer at school said there was no future in piloting burning ships. My parents said the same. But here I am. This is my job.

If I were the captain of a ship...

...this would be so me! Browbeating the scum one moment and then saving my own neck the next. When it's time to get out of here let me lead the way.

Another day at the office.

Good work is often hard to find. Work is one thing, enjoying it another. Running down nazis with a big black boat would surely involve some degree of satisfaction. Hard to put on a resume though.

Kill the madman, really?

You would think Nazis would be more sympathetic towards mad men. However it appears the confines of a submarine makes fellows (even those of a dubious political nature) behave erratically.

Lewis bites the big one.

I thought leaders were meant to lead. Does this mean gallantry is over rated?

When chaps crash.

Hitting the crust at some speed may prevent the natural intention of landing take proceed to palatable outcome. However circumstance is not always kind and factors ordinarily under one's control 'go west' as some are wont to say. How a fellow conducts himself after such an occurrence is telling. After a spot of bother there's little use in protesting the fact. There's a time for stoicism but remedying an injury, given that time permits is highly desirable. 

So how does one call for help without sounding like the sort of fellow who does it all the time and needlessly so? 

Look no further than our friend! You would be wise to use the same words, modified for local sensitivities of course, should you require. 

The importance of having a big stick.

You know you've made it when you get to hold the big stick. It allows you stand out the front. Naturally other men will be attracted to the sight and gather around. This then allows you to point and it makes the other chaps look. The automatic respose to such actions has been theorised to be inherently genetic to males.

Needless to say the size of the stick donates the importance of the fellow waiving it around. Some are clearly born to lead and it shows. While others must sit in awe. However the right to stand out the front and point is not pre-determined. Any fellow with the right training, the desire and some luck can find himself on the right end of the big stick to the awe and wonder of his fellow chaps.

Reckless hard thumbing...

...a social media tale. There are those among us who have a predilection to showing their appreciation on social media through only what could be called reckless hard thumbing. You know the type. They will thumb cats, recipes, obituaries, trees, knees, fleas all manner of image, comment or discussion. There may be no harm in thumbing until it hurts but the consequences are still largely unknown with modern scientific studies yet to be conducted on such matters. There is on going debate between the educated, uneducated, and ill-informed are all at odds on the long term effects of such actions.

Yet there are no answers.

 The most important question lost in all of this ''what of the of thumbed?'

Guns and morphia

Normally one would ask to send lawyers, guns, and money. This situation requires a little more tact.

Hey...nice panels!

A bit of light...a bit of shadow, a couple of panels and you have a good looking panel...about panels. Don't forget the cross hatching.

Despite all that the subject matter is a bit grim.

That face...

Steely desperation and determination never looked so eager as it does when paired with a hairy hand and a cheeky grin. The very mists of time are the perfect place to measure our trust in the future. Battle training has never been so useful when it comes to snatching.

Trick shot.

For my next trick shot I'll make the bullet curve in the air and then wait for that blighter to come into full view. Not only am I good shot and a good sport I am also quite the fellow with my dashing cravat and smart side part. What-ho chaps!