Why Does Tails Have TWO Tails?

It always bothered my overly analytic mind trying to understand WHY Tails had two tails. Honestly speaking, Sonic was a kids' game, and as such, most kids, at least ones I knew, didn't care about such things. But since I'm a nerd I'm going to give my possible explanation to Tails' genetic malformation.

And just for fun, a dumb running sonic I animated. This is probably what happened to Sonic after finding out about Tails and his twin.

Download Content

When I was little I remember going over to my friend's house to play some SNES or Sega Genesis, passing the time away like any kid would do. Back then I remember he owned a lot of arcade ports because his dad liked those type of games the most, and with many arcade games there were codes built in to get extra items, lives, characters, etc. At least this is how I remember video games.

Nowadays I have an Xbox 360, which happens to also have a lot of arcade ports I like being released for it. The thing that's different this time though is that unlike in the past when you played something like a fighting game in the arcade and had to do some special command at the character select screen to get secret characters you're instead told to pay to download the "rights" to use the extra character. This wouldn't bother me so much if I knew that the content I was downloading was something not on my game disc, but no, in many cases you're downloading a small file that unlocks the rights to use the content that's on the disc. How can that even be labelled as download content if you're not actually downloading the content? How is this even legal either? It would be like buying a car, being given the keys to unlock it, then after getting inside being told you have to pay extra to have the steering wheel unlocked.

Final Straw

This will more than likely be the final comic for talking about when I worked for the sub shop. One of the first things I experienced while working there was split shifts. They were the most moronic shifts I had ever had to work at any job before. What made me the angriest was the fact that I asked them not to put me on so many split shifts. I wouldn't have minded maybe working one or two a month, permitting the hours were proper enough to pay for the hassle, but no, I was given multiple ones in the same week even though almost every employee that worked there lived within five minutes of the store. As for me, I had to drive thirteen miles each way to get there, yet I was the one given every split shift.

I honestly would have loved it if they gave me double shifts instead. They never gave me those because I guess only managers were given that kinda shift. The last split shift I was given they wanted me to come in and work for two hours. Yes, two hours. Then they wanted me to come back three hours later to work the second shift. Coming in to work for TWO HOURS is RETARDED, I'm sorry. I asked other people for their opinion on the schedule and most of them said "Is the owner and scheduling manager braindead?" I told the manager I wouldn't work that shift, I even wrote on the schedule I wouldn't come in for two hours. At this point I really did not care if they fired me. Amazingly I was told I was fired when I came in for the second shift. Did I care? Why would I care? Working in a place that had faulty equipment, poor working conditions, understaffed all the time, certain employees who didn't work, almost always out of supplies, and then had to deal with ignorant customers on a daily basis for minimum wage I could care so little that if the place went of business I would not even be surprised -- I'd probably sneer in pleasure.

To be positive about this experience though I will say that almost everyone I worked with there, excluding the owner, a couple employees, and pretty much nine out of ten customers, I had a lot of fun talking with them and working along side them in the same business. It was interesting enough to make a series of comics about it so thanks to all those who made it a lot of fun.

With this comic concluded for the most part I do have another one in the making. It'll be about the time I took my driver's education course. That might sound like a boring comic, but believe me, from how I remember it you would have thought I had dropped into a John Hughes movie. So stay tuned for more.

Awkward Names

While working at the sub shop we were already understaffed and while I was there two more people ended up being fired, so by then we desperately needed extra employees. That meant it was time to put up the help wanted sign.

Now don't get me wrong, actually putting up a sign saying you're hiring is a great idea to find new workers, but around this place we had bums, druggies, and crazy people come in on a frequent basis. If you've been reading along with these comics you've probably already assumed that the area was full of these sorta folk to begin with. They rushed into the store nagging the hell out of Frank, who could only tell them to write their name, number, available hours, and perhaps any skills relating to the job on an order slip. Yes, an order slip. Why an order slip? Because the owner didn't seem to feel that THIS store needed printed out applications like the store he ran already had. There were so many scattered order slips littering the desk in the back and a large portion of them had really bizarre names that were sometimes impossible for us to even pronounce.

For those wondering, Waka Flocka was Frank's term for stupid, annoying, or aggravating people.

Solicitation

Those of you who have been following along should remember the autism junk food woman and how I declared that her sort of pushy tactics aggravate me to no end. I also mentioned someone who was almost worse because he was trying to sell me something in a very seducing, salesman manner, as if I were being told to buy a car or some expensive piece of jewlery I didn't need. This is how I remember it.

His skill was actually very high, so high in fact that at first when he came in to get a drink I thought he was actually being genuinely nice by starting a conversation with me. When he came in again and I realized he was holding a clipboard with him the inevitable became obvious. For starters, he was trying to talk to me at the counter after ordering something while there were other customers behind him. When I work, I like to work and work well, but this man was making this simple task a hassle. He started talking to Frank once Frank walked near the counter, which in turn let me take care of the other customers. Again though, I was forced to listen to his sales pitch of "free" which included "paying" which is oxymoronic. I actually walked off while he was talking once I was done wrapping the customer's sandwich -- that's why he said I ignored him. Even if I wanted a maintenance shop to go to for such things(things I already do on my own) the fact I had to drive thirteen miles each way would defeat the purpose of driving to another city every time I needed some simple maintenance done.

Onions

Ah yes, onions, everyone's favorite thing to slice. Its their safe guard against critters or people wanting to eat them for their delicious accent with various dishes. While working at the shop I had to slice onions quite frequently, so often in fact that I think I built up an even stronger immunity to their tear inducing fumes.

There was a strange sense of mischievous delight I acquired from causing misery to customers and my coworkers. I wasn't very bothered by the onions for the most part, excluding a few bags that were so bad that people would actually walk in, grab their eyes in pain, and then dash out of the store like the world was about to end. The fact that our kitchen fan rarely ever worked to extract some of the smoke and fumes wasn't exactly helpful.

Interruption

There was this one guy who worked at the sub shop who was likeable enough, but he was a bit obnoxious. In a business like this his attitude was actually something that was desireable -- high energy, to the point of probably needing some meds, very socialable, to the point where he didn't quiet down, and very personable, which are all very good traits for dealing with the general public. My only issue I had with him is that he came across as a dolt. I could be wrong, but that's the vibe he let off when I had to work with him. Other than that he did his job as well as the rest of us, aside from not cleaning(Why was it only myself, Frank, and the girls who cleaned I will never understand). One of the girls I worked with on a regular basis though told me about how she hated working at the register with him around. This is why.

Like I said, his attitude was very good for the job, but in this case it was a bit invasive for whoever else was working at the register. I guess you just became the mute who wrote down the orders while he was busy talking.