Subject: Apologies for the two running topics...
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Posted on: 2012-12-10 07:35:00 UTC
I'm posting this from, sadly, my mother's phone.
I will not be posting again for likely some time after this, as, my phone is dead.
As my only form of internet access has now died, I will no longer be able to finish my MST until at least after Christmas.
That said: part 3 is up.
That's all I can post, folks, gotta go.
Don't worry, I'm unlikely to apply for permission before next week, so the death of this particular fic via velociraptor has been significantly delayed.
*Goes off hunting for part 2...*
You managed to nerd-snipe me with the saturn's rings question - I headed off to look it up, and according to my research, you don't measure diameter in meters squared. (They are about 73,000 km wide and start at about 7,000 km from Saturn, which is 60,268 km (radius,) so the rings' area is approximately... Specs! I'm supposed to be dun with the semester tomorrow! You made me do math! Bad Specs! [For those of you interested, the area of Saturn's rings is about 4.76 * 10^10, double that if you are asking about surface area (because the rings have a top and a bottom.]
And the death of this sue shall be sweet and justified, because I am taking notes. (Once again, I must thank you for going on this journey with me.)
Vid has something to say to the "If you're taller you don't spend your days looking down," line.
"Are you kidding? Have you ever tripped over a velociraptor!? I assure you, I have learned to watch where I put my feet."
This whole thing... yeah. Just. This. Fic. Needs. To. Die!
Therefore using it.
Don't expect this to become habit.
Now for my message:
SCOREONEFORTEHSPECSBOOYAHMOTHAFRAGGAH.
First I get my computer killed, so I switch to our Wii, but then that went on the fritz, at this time I am using my Xbox internet browser and a friend's profile (my own ran out of live). To make things worse, the heater in my bus broke (I live in a converted city shortbus in my dad's side driveway) and its mother-Zogin' cold in here. I swear I'm developing a Murphionic Field, cause' electronic things keep breaking around me.
JUST GET THE FRAK OUT OF NARNIA ALREADY YOU TROUP OF MERRY SUES
/bricked for pun