Cover Snark: Sir, This Is An Arby’s

Grab your coffee, tea, or beverage of choice and let’s get into some Cover Snark.

Claudia: Looks like Uncanny Valley has a hockey team.

Shana: Android boyfriends need love too, Claudia

Catherine: The guy in black looks like he is a hostage. His eyes are seeking help from the viewer. I am concerned for him.

Sarah: Worst Olan Mills portrait present.

Amanda: I just picture them insisting the photographer doing the shots on the ice and it not going well

Susan: I think his hand is clipping by that glove

Sarah: Wait. Is he Wolverine?

I never saw this version of Ice Capades at the Civic Arena, let me tell you. I’d have remembered that part.

Sneezy: They look more like first gen robot luckiest than robot overlords.

Shana: I am terrified by this

Carrie: That man looks horrified.

Shana: Horrified and…like he might have a gun to her back?

Carrie: THAT TOO

Shana: I can’t decide if his eyes are pleading for help, or demanding that we carry his child….OR ELSE

Carrie: All I know is that momma needs to get far, far away.

Tara: Maybe he’s terrified because she’s done and wants HIM to carry the child.

Claudia: If there was ever a dire need to watch your back that guy is it!

Catherine: Tara, that was my thought, too…

Amanda: I don’t like that it’s an imperative

Carrie: HEY! YOU! CARRY MY CHILD!

So rude!

Amanda: SIR THIS IS AN ARBYS

Sneezy: YES, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS THING HERE! WE’LL GIVE YOU SOME BURGERS IF YOU LEAVE!

Shana: What is happening here?

Sneezy: It looks like one of those blow up muscle suits got stuck under a bear’s head

Sarah: NOM. Head. Nom. No kiss. Just nom.

Elyse: What the actual fuck

Catherine: So, Ruth is the bear, then?

Also, the bear is definitely eating the man’s head. (And you know, it would have taken so little rearrangement of that sentence to make it sexy. But no. This is definitely non-sexy devouring going on here.)

Susan: The bear is clearly draining him of fluids to strength its transformation

From Stephanie. Thanks, Stephanie!

Elyse: The treasured find is his belly button?

Tara: The tiger doesn’t think so.

Amanda: For him, the treasure is the lint he finds in his belly button. For the tiger, it’s that grown ass man it’s about to eat.

Sarah: Another form looking for his lost meaningful fob in his transverse abdominis. Sir, it’s never there.

Sneezy: You’re about to die. What is the last thing you want to see? … Okay, sir.

Catherine: Why does he look so surprised at what is under his shirt? Looks like a reasonably standard six pack to me.

Unless… is he truly the tiger? Has he never shapeshifter before and is trying to work out what a human body is for other than tasty snacks? This would explain the confusion…

(Also, I haven’t had enough sleep so now my brain is singing ‘Like a wereman / shifted for the very first time!’, and if I’m not careful I’m going to rewrite the whole song.)

 

 

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