It’s too easy, and therefore becomes to hard, to give a name to a large and frightful character. ‘Victor’ ‘Frankenstein’ ‘Adolph’… And that’s just keeping it in the Teutonic vein- we didn’t even start into things like ‘Vlad’ or ‘Imhotep’. There are others, more common and thus calling less attention to themselves: Oskar, Jakob, Jürgen, Ernst, Schultz, Dieter… Stuff with lots of ‘k’ sounds and unfamiliar consonant sets. The umlaut was hard not to jump at. “Helmut”, though. Man, why have I NOT used that name in this strip before now?
Apparently, Helmut’s had a long day. He knows, or at least assumes that others know, that he’d take the shots and stay in the game. So Helmut calls the training day to a close, and everyone goes home to treat their wounds, physical and emotional.
Keep hitting him in one spot midgut. He will eventually capitulate. I’ve seen his kind taken down before.
Helmut works in Collections. In fact, he’s the department Vice President. Everyone calls him Head Helmut. He thinks it’s funny.
Jawohl, Helmut!
Helmut’s female counterpart tried to coerce us into buying a timeshare at Branson when the other sales people didn’t succeed. I remember she was built like Goliath and had hairy arms. No, we didn’t buy. Helmut can be beaten.
I Helmut … I no need helmet. You die. Me go sleep. Ugh.
One of Hellboy’s (comics) trainers? Howsomever, if he goes home, everyone else can stay and play. If he doesn’t, play for second place. Or gang up on him – he has the same amount of ammo as each of the others, right?
that was a short game for they let lose all their ammo and helmut still was standing in the end.