Subject: Screw rocks, let's pack some AA guns.
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Posted on: 2012-12-30 17:02:00 UTC
Unless those swans magically become a squadron of Fairchild-Republic A-10 Thgunderbolt IIs, they're going down.
If they do, WE are the ones that will get swiss-cheesed.
...They just go MIA.
Add "Survived 2012" to my list of crises I've lived through, and now my entire graduating class owes me four years of apologies.
Guys. Hay guys. Teh Specs is totally back in the saddle.
What's uuuuuuuuuuup.
(What? No, I totally spelled that title right. Totally.)
... but if they don't like their afterlife accomodation, they will just leave it and go back to whatever they were doing before.
"After five minutes, I was like, 'let's go.'"
But since they're bulb flowers they do also spread really quickly and bloom in springtime. Or something.
(Also this is incredibly awkward, but since I'm now capable of finishing that mst... could you re-email me the part I still need to finish?)
Tell me the chapters and I'll send them over.
I was pretty close to the end, last I checked. The last line I remember writing was in response to the sue having a normal day in Narnia? It's easier to read the latest MST chapter on my DA, because I pretty much rip on every single line.
Definitely chapter 3, though. I've not touched that yet, I know.
But first you have to figure out which one ThatOne is.
ThatOne is That One, of course!
Others say "Which one are you again?" very frequently. Please recall the existence of my identical twin.
Rule of doppelganger! Rule of doppelganger! Kill!
Fruit Ninja! Okay, I'm a goner…
YOU FOOL!
Or our fellow Boarder is going this way:
"I'm such a fool... *goes witchy*"
I can fix the not-dying thing. -picks up a sledgehammer-
It didn't woooooooork! *sob*
-spends the next half-hour pounding Specs with a sledgehammer-
Phew. Okay, maybe this really won't work.
-breaks out the chainsaw-
Just before they die, they transfer their katra (soul) into another person via mind-meld. Then all you have to do is rehabilitate their body and do another mind-meld, preferably supervised by a Vulcan high priestess.
Of course, if you can't rehabilitate their body, it's not going to work. So they can die, but depending on the Vulcan it might not be so easy.
(Star Trek factoid of the day brought to you by the only Boarder with a fandom-specific username.)
Keep this up, and you might kill teh Specs wuth information overload.
...make good soup.
No, wait, scratch that one.
*Tackles with a boiling pot. Yes, an entire boiling pot.*
They just fade away.
And, apparently, make dramatic returns.
And get really scary after a while?
But that just activates the next one.
Only, I don't think you're a capsuleer. Or it's never been mentioned.
They had a couple books about its lore published, and your clone thing was one of the primary ideas they used.
If you're interested in learning more, I'm sure there's a wiki about it somewhere.
...they just go to Hell to regroup.
Do not underestimate them. But, most of all, do not underestimate him.
But definitely, mostest of all, don't underestimate them, which, if you did, would be underestimating him, so don't do it.
Desdendelle is an idea. Therefore, killing it is problematic, to say the least, if it's even possible.
Though it would be hard to destroy every single copy of the card.
I suppose, theoretically, that you COULD kill an idea, but since it has no basis in reality, to quote Garrus Vakarian: We killed it once, and all it did was piss it off.
And ideas like a Specs kind of have this bad habit of multiplying, sooooo...
And they use all nine to complain about minor infractions of grammar or etiquette.
And, you know, they bite and stuff. Also, since they're from that one fairy tale, you have to spend seven years making them nettle shirts without speaking first.
It's just not worth the effort.
And they might all try to fly away on you, and you probably don't have any stones to throw...
Unless those swans magically become a squadron of Fairchild-Republic A-10 Thgunderbolt IIs, they're going down.
If they do, WE are the ones that will get swiss-cheesed.
Bad things happen.
All fuelled by coffee, aren't they?
-Quickly hides the schematics for a worldwide coffee-to-tea transformer-
After which a tenth life is added to continue the cycle.