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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Hey has anyone seen a small grey dog who might, in fact, look like a slarge grey squirrel run through here? He might be accompanied by a lot of skwirlls. thanks.
Oh, and the Chick'n'borg cube is closing in on our six, fairly rapidly. I suggest panicking.
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Oh GOOD! I love panicking! Everybody should have something that they do especially well! Co-pilot, where's my Oyster Chronometer? No, i just wanted to know where it was... we may be visiting some pawn shops later. (I knew I shouldn't have said that out loud, people are looking at all the fixtures with that "how much does that weigh" look...)
Mate! I'll need a deep red bandanna. In case I get wounded in the head, the color'll help hid the blood.
"Aye, sir!"
And I'll need my black leather jacket... If I get burned, the color will help hide the charred flesh.
"Just as you say, sir!"
Oh, and I'll need my darkest brown pants in case they catch us.
"What does that hide, captain?"
I need a new Mate.
ChickenBorgs, eh? Well, pieces is parts... Geoff, I hate to ask, could you fill the hot tub with vegetable oil, and turn the thermostat to "11", and then make your way back up the energy weapon nest? Best I can ask is, don't think of it as a chicken-hell-spawn-of run-amuck technology and collectivism, so much as a really big dinner for the rest of us. :-D
** Apology alert, official apology follows:
DSVick, I am so very sorry for for getting the name neatly nearly misspelled... I was thinking in Linux (NOT what the BORG uses), and the imprinting leaked through to the other sectors of brainage. The magnetic flux is weak, and the cage is precessing, the heads are chirping and as result, your name appeared to me in a hypercoffidoseous fugue as a Linux file system commend with phase-shifted visual components (i.e., dyslexic). So, of course, you became dvsck or Du -SK or fsck or v sk or df or LSMFT or maybe du -ksx. somewhere, between the terminus of the retina to the optic nerve and then on to the cortex. This was not intentional as much as it was a plot by my two greatest enemies to make me look weak and foolish. But I shall have me day, I shall have my day! (Can someone give a loud/low ominous laugh there, starting as a chuckle and growing in intensity to fade out just after it's apex. My throat is too sore to sound mysterious, ominous, threatening.... k-thnks.
** End of Apology Xmission. Please return to your angst-wrought lives while we continue plotting.
Regarding refreshments. It has come to my attention that some passengers are complaining about the cleanliness of the glassware that pshrynk uses while serving. First, let me assure you that, compared to what is IN the glasses, the grime on the outside it the LEAST of your worries. However, some passengers are interested in a cup. We have several cups, in a variety of sizes. My recommendation is that, due to the scarcity, if you see a cup, you grab onto it immediately. And tightly. If the cup belongs to someone else, they will probably let you know. The a cups available are in a variety of sizes, from shot-glasses to the convenient "take anywhere" mini milk jugs, up to the family size jugs. My preference is, if you DO find one of the larger cups, that you share and play nicely.
Don't hog the resources. Share, play nicely, say please, say thank you. I think that you'll find that common courtesy goes a long way to making many transactions between people possible, and much more enjoyable.
Now, as captain I should NOT ask for any special favors, etc,, but I surely would LOVE a good, thick milkshake, large size. I can nurse on one of those for hours, and still be hungry later. Go figure. Extra malt.
Anyway, what language is that on the radio? "Jairmany calling, Jairmany calling" Sounds Deutsch! Lord Haw-Haw, Charlie and his Orchestra,
Dutch?
No, no... no sqwerrils...No talk of dykes or twisted sisters.
And they didn't mention Chocolate ONCE!
Yes, Geoff, and you know what that means...
Not Belgian, not Swiss, not Dutch, no Nedder neither... who's left?
At this hour?
What do you mean?
Just that, it's not as late as you think, but later than you're likely to like it.
Wha?
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The devil is a woman, and the woman has got my soul.....
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At night, I hear their voices.
The Souls of thousands of dead Coffee Beans
Crying out for FREEDOM!
Do you get scared when that happens?
No, I get up and go to the bathroom, and then go back to sleep.