#Puggle Swerve

[driver270]

Bill Break-Up 🤖☕️

Harsh.

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[callykarishokka]

Puggle time, let's gooo TWO this week! G1 Perceptor: https://www.ebay.com/itm/125070864615 IDW Swerve: https://www.ebay.com/itm/125070865296

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Pebble in Water - Part 2

         Kira ran her arm across her forehead, before grabbing the dishes for table twelve. They were a group of college boys, and she hated serving them. They tipped well, but they always flirted with her, as if she owed them for the courtesy. She placed the food on the table: burger for Trevor; chicken tenders for Dylan; and a tuna melt for Nathan. It was always the same. Dylan reached towards Kira’s bottom, but she swerved out of the way.        “You have to be faster than that,” she chocked out through a fake chuckle.        “I’ll get you one of these days,” he said, with a smirk.         Kira marched away, and murmured, “No you won’t.”         Kira was only five foot two, and she’d fight anyone who called her five foot.       Jezzica worried that these boys would get out of hand one day, but Kira knew she could handle them.         Kira cleared table ten, and glanced at Jezzica’s booth. She brushed her blonde hair out of her blue eyes as she headed back to the kitchen. Jezzica was an hour late, and Kira had already taken her break to message her. She glanced at the locker, which held her cell phone.        “Oh, no you don’t,” Sam said, “You’ve already taken two breaks tonight, and we have a full house out there.”        Kira nodded, picked up the two plates for table nine, and hurried back into the fray.       “Kira, if you’re friend doesn’t show up in five minutes, we’ll have to give that booth away,” Darla said.        Kira grinned and shrugged. She placed the food down, and began to walk away.       “Excuse me, miss,” the man at table nine said.       “Yes?” Kira asked.       “First of all, this took twenty minutes to come out. Second, I specifically ordered it without ketchup. And what is this right here?” The man paused, for a second, but started up again before Kira could speak. “It’s ketchup! How hard is it not to put something on a sandwich? I mean it requires doing one less step. Am I really asking for too much?” He glanced over to the woman, who—red-faced—shook her head. “Now take this back. And if I have to do this again, I will be speaking to your manager.”        “I-I’m sorry, sir. I’ll fix that for you right away,” Kira said.        She picked up the plate, and carried it back to Sam. He raised an eyebrow at her.       “How dare you put ketchup on it?” She scoffed.       Sam rolled his eyes. He took the patty, scrapped off the toppings until the burger looked clean, spit on it and slapped it down on the bun.      “There, no ketchup,” he said.      “I wish you wouldn’t do that in front of me. I could testify against you, you know?”      “How many times have I seen you put hair in someone’s food?”     “Shh,” Kira hissed.      She grabbed the plate, and went back to table nine.      “Ah, much better. You might have saved your tip,” the man said.      When her back was turned to the man, Kira rolled her eyes. She caught a glimpse of Jezzica, sitting in booth thirteen. Kira rushed over.      “Oh my god! You will not believe the day I have had! First of all I woke up thirty minutes late for my audition, thirty! Then…”       “You’re still on shift,” Jezzica reminded her with a warm smile.       “Oh right, right. I’ll get your diet coke, and put your order in.”       “Thank you, but that’s not what I meant.”       Kira nodded; both hands, parallel, palms inwards, made a short line from the side of her head to in front of her eyes. “Focus!”       Kira marched dutifully towards the kitchen, but glanced back to examine Jezzica. She was poking at her stomach more than usual, and staring into the blade of the knife. Kira hurried to get Jezzica’s drink, and place her order. ***        Michael buttoned his shirt, straightened his badge, and holstered his gun. The dark blue of the uniform brought out his eyes, and he grinned at himself in the mirror. He flexed, showing off his muscles to a cold piece of glass. He shook his head.       “My body is merely an instrument to do God’s work. I shall not take pride in it, or succumb to vanity,” he recited.       Michael coughed, turned off the light, and left the bedroom. The entire apartment had been decorated in antiques and imported furniture, all to Calli’s taste. Michael did not overly care how their home was decorated, but he did appreciate Calli’s efforts to make it look nice. He never ate in the bedrooms or the living room, he paid the extra two hundred dollars for the expert maid service, and he drove three hours to that antique shop, Calli was dying to visit.   He stopped at the door, took his black lace-up shoes from the rack, and put them on.         “God I know my duty, I protect people; but sometimes, I would like more guidance. Sometimes, I think you have forgotten about us. If you haven’t noticed things have gotten pretty rough down here. Sometimes, it seems like you don’t even care.”         Micheal turned out the lights, leaving the apartments in darkness, and left for work at eight o’clock, as he did every night. ***       Jezzica stared at the lines around her eyes, there were more of them than a month ago. The dark circles under her eyes had gotten so big, they almost looked like bruises.       “You’re eyes are the color of shit because you are shit,” the creature hissed into her ear. “Kira only hangs out with you because you make her look young and pretty.”        The knife slid across Jezzica’s wrists, blood beaded on the surface of her skin. Her thumb pressed the skin around the cut, and the red liquid ran down her hand. It dripped onto the table, staining the white cloth. People around her started laughing and pointing.       Jezzica shook her head, and the blood disappeared. Everyone was focused on their own table, and the laughing was coming from her monster. She put the knife down.       “Kira is pretty, and I am happy for her,” Jezzica whispered.        Kira came out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks, she handed them out to the tables as she made her way to Jezzica’s booth. She peered down at her own stomach and compared it to Kira’s tiny waist.       “This is why no man will ever love you. They all want pretty little girls like her.”       Jezzica pushed in her stomach, and it bounced out again, slightly spilling onto the table. She crossed her arms, and pressed against the back of the seat. She pulled out her phone, and started looking at her Facebook feed. There were a couple weddings, three births, one pregnancy announcement, and her cousin was moving to Hawaii. She locked her phone, and glanced up. Kira was stopped at another table, and she had the fake smile she used when on stage or dealing with annoying customers.       “Sorry for the inconvenience, sir, I’ll try to fix that right away,” Kira said. She rushed over to Jezzica, and placed her drink on the table.        “Tha…” Jezzica was cut off by the man.         “The kitchen is the other way, miss.”         Jezzica saw Kira's little black monster poof onto her shoulder. It was small, roughly the size of a mouse, but it was scaly not furry. It had arms with tiny hands, and appeared to be trying to bore its way into Kira’s head.         “One minute please, I do have other tables,” Kira said.         “I’m taking one percent off every second I have to wait.”         “Sorry,” Kira mouthed.         “One sec,” Jezzica said, and motioned her to bend down.         Kira squinched her eyebrows, but obeyed. Jezzica brushed the creature off of her shoulder, as if swiping something out of her hair. It went flying across the room with a tiny “Aaagghhh!”        “Ok, you’re good to go,” Jezzica said.        “Thanks?”        Kira rushed back into the kitchen, and Jezzica took a sip. She felt the bench shift as her monster moved.        “You can’t get rid of us that easily,” it said, “You’re so pathetic, you can’t help her. You can’t even help yourself.”       Jezzica took a gulp of soda. Kira refilled her drink twice before her food came out. The man finally left, giving Kira a two percent tip, and a nasty comment on the receipt. Her shift ended, and she sat down on the other side of Jezzica’s booth. She sighed, and stole a fry.         “It has been one thing after another today,” Kira said.         “Did the audition not go well?” Jezzica asked.         “No the audition was, fine. It’s just everything else today was pretty shit.”         “That’s because acting is the only thing you care about.”         “Not true, I also care about shopping, my hair, my nails, my makeup. You know the important things.”        “And don’t forget Mr. Puggles,” Jezzica said.        “Of course not!”        “How’s the PugButt doing?”        “Just dying for you to come visit,” Kira said.        “I’ll make sure to bring some treats.”        Kira stole another fry. Jezzica finished the last of her food. One of the newer waitresses came over, and cleared the table, glaring at them the whole time.       “Don’t worry, she’s already paid her bill,” Kira said.        The girl, barely eighteen, sauntered to the kitchen.       “So, how was your day? Why were you so late?” Kira asked.       “Ok, I guess. You know, boring office stuff. Numbers, charts, filing.”       “Is that all?” Kira asked.       “The usual. My life isn’t as exciting as yours,” Jezzica sighed.        “If you call being harassed by customers exciting. But you seem down, even for you.”        Jezzica inhaled loudly.        “It’s just, Adam has really been on my case lately. I think he’s trying to get me fired.”        “That son of a bitch!”       “He might not be, but I’m pretty sure he’s giving me Linda’s work.”        “I hate when coworkers don’t pull their weight. There’s a few of them here.” Kira glanced at the new waitress, who was flirting with one of the customers.       “So, really tell me how the audition went,” Jezzica said.       Kira sighed, “They said I did good, but…”      “But?” Jezzica asked.      “Don’t you just love to see her fail?” The monster’s hot, moist breath filled Jezzica’s ear.      “They also said I didn’t look right for the part.”      “What does that mean?” Jezzica swatted at the creature, as if it were a fly.      “Given the role, it most likely means I don’t look like the other girls in the assemble. But it could just mean that I’m ugly,” Kira said.      Jezzica’s creature howled with laughter and delight.      “You’re not ugly. Maybe you’re too short?”       Kira glared at her for a second, then laughed. “Maybe that’s it.”      “Also, you do have a young face. Maybe they think you look too young for the part?”     “Yeah, actually that could be it. The role is meant for a twenty-something.”     “Then that’s definitely it. You don’t even look eighteen!”     “Oh, stop it, you.”     Jezzica gathered her purse, and Kira followed suit.     “I think we should go, or Darla will forcefully evict us,” Jezzica said.     “She’s bit of a sourpuss, but she’s pretty fair at dividing up the good tippers.”   Kira waved goodbye to Darla as they left the diner.      Jezzica and Kira walked along the busy street in silence. Cars honked at each other, kids screamed, people yelled into their phones, and someone blasted Spanish rap. The sky was dark blue, and there were no stars out. There were never any stars, just the orange glow of the street lamps. The monsters, that followed people, created black voids which swallowed up the light and sound. Jezzica’s own creature followed behind a step or two. It interacted with the others: sometimes hissing or growling at them, and sometimes nodding.  The people rushing along the street walked pass, and through, the creatures without so much of a glance.       “You know it really makes me feel better to talk to you,” Kira said.       “How so?”      “You always make me laugh, or look at things from a different angle.”      “Well at least someone is laughing at me.”     “Not at you…you always avoid or deflect. Even when I know something is going on. And trust me I can tell something is up. You’re eyes are even more distant than normal. So please tell me what is wrong. I want to help.”      A woman, pushing a baby-carriage, strolled pass Kira. The mother had a similar creature to Jezzica; it was black, oozing, with clawed hands, and sharp teeth; but it lacked legs. It clung to the woman’s shoulders, and left behind black globs on the sidewalk. Someone stepped into the slime, and it started crawling up their leg.      It whispered into the woman’s ear, “You’re a bad mother. You should just kill yourself. You should just kill your baby, and then yourself. Push in front of the truck.”      “She’ll never believe you,” Jezzica’s creature hissed.      “It’s nothing really,” Jezzica said, “I’m just stressed from work.”      “Is that really all?”       Jezzica met Kira’s eyes, and nodded.      “Then we should have a girls day this weekend. I’m not working on Sunday. We can order some pizza, have some wine, watch bad movies,” Kira said.       “I-I’m not sure. I might be doing laundry.”       “Oh, ok. Let me know, ok?”      “Yeah, I’ll let you know.”       Kira went into her apartment building, leaving Jezzica alone in the sea of monsters. ***      Lucifer dragged himself up another few inches, and the force which had been pulling him down released. The beating of his wings lifted him, and he let go of the Pit’s wall. His back wings pumped, and he soared higher with every movement of his wings, until he reached the mouth of the Pit. He landed on the floor of Hell, and took in his surroundings.      The area closest to the Pit was a desert of black sand, mountains loomed down to the right; a dark unfriendly, unsettled ocean raged behind him; far off to theft was a dilapidated city. The city was a series of high rises, towers, and castles; and appeared to be an amalgamation of metropolitan and ancient ruins. Metal clashed with wood; glass cut through thatched roofs; asphalt dripped onto stone. In the middle of the maze like streets, there was a large edifice made from different styles of buildings stacked on top of each other.  Despite the haphazard construction, the building held still. A stream of red fire spewed from the apex of the tower. A thick smog hung about twenty feet in the air, meaning Satan could not be too far.       A pack of Hell Hounds prowled the desert; there blood-red eyes locked onto Lucifer as he emerged from the Pit. He stretched his arms and wings, then ran towards the beasts. They snarled and charged at him, baring their sharp white teeth. He collided with the creatures, who jumped on him eagerly. Each pushing the other to get to Lucifer.        “Calm down boys. There’s plenty of me to go around.”        Lucifer scratched the belly of the hound as it rolled on its back, and kicked its hind-leg. Several others were licking him. He petted them for a few minutes, before standing up, and putting his hand out for them to stop.       “Good boys, now where is that traitor Satan?”        The dogs put their noses in the air, and sniffed; then, turned toward the tall black tower, with the red flames coming out of the top. Lucifer unfurled his wings like two black feathery sails. He took flight, rising above the black fog. His eyes fixed on the highest room in Satan’s tower. The Hell Hounds howled, and barked, chasing after Lucifer until they could no longer see him.

[driver270]

Meeting Of The Motormouths 🤖☕️

A universe where both IDW Swerve & Transformers One B-127 exist is one where I'd be happy & terrified at the same time to be in.😅

[driver270]

Sick Day 🤖☕️

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Camped Out 🤖☕️

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Companions & Caffeine 🤖☕️

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Supply Drop 🤖☕️

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Servers Get Serviced 🤖☕️

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Go Go Morning Coffee! 🤖☕️

I sympathize with Ernie & the other Juice Bar staff. I can't imagine that the MMPR team would have much opportunity to generate income considering all the "goody-good" activities they do along with their schoolwork & Ranger duties. I bet Bulk & Skull are better tippers than they are!

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Territorial 🤖☕️

Don't force Blackarachnia to break out the shock collar, Silverbolt!

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Sweet Holiday Pay 🤖☕️

Happy Canada Day. Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka

[driver270]

Fanfare 🤖☕️

There are worse jobs. Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Spontaneous Suds 🤖☕️

Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

This was inspired by a visual gag from the Simpsons episode 'Homer's Triple Bypass'.

[driver270]

Hunger Waits For No One 🤖☕️

Not sponsored by M&Ms, BTW. Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.

[driver270]

Deep Pizza Pockets 🤖☕️

It's been a few weeks since I posted a Plastic Robots comic on a weekday, hasn't it? The ones you see posted on the weekends are actually old comics I originally posted to the Bird App ages ago (going as far back as 2018). I've had this Tumblr account since 2013, but I lost interest in its upkeep in 2014 and didn't start posting again until late 2022 out of fear that Mr Muskrat would start demanding money just to use the (former) Bird App he now owns.

The main reason for a lack of new comics is because I got myself a new phone recently (Galaxy S24+, for those curious), and it is incompatible with my preferred photo editing app that I've used on multiple smartphones since 2016. I know things like Photoshop & Clip Studio Paint exist, but I prefer this old app because of it's dead simple user interface, and I'm not the most tech-savvy individual despite being from the generation that made being tech-savvy the thing that all the cool kids do. Also, I'd rather drink dirty toilet water before I pay a subscription for PS & CSP! What the hell happened to buying a program or app one time and then it's yours forever until they make a new version 4-5 years down the road? So that's where my creativity has been these last few weeks.

And as always, Puggle Swerve was made by @callykarishokka.