|02:20 pm - I'm laughing at the superior intellect...|
Boris: Sir, permit me to disappoint you just a little bit, the shields are dropping.
Blinky: Well, raise them!
Boris:(Banging his fists on the console) I am not able to comply!
Blinky: Override! Override! Who's got the override!?
Boris: Override is not being clearly labeled!
Blinky: Well, label it!
Boris: I am not able to, as my "Sharpie" is clearly dead!
Solies: (As seen and heard on the view screen in the attacking ship) Open fire! All weapons! Dispatch war rocket "Ajax" to bring back their bodies!
Blinky: Well, open a new one!
Boris: I am not able to, as office supply budget was cut when half of the crew was outsourced to alien workers.
Blinky: Argh! Who authorized these cuts?
Solies: Blinky, I'm laughing at the superior intellect.
Blinky: Close that channel!
Current Mood: amused
( Capricorn are weCollapse )
We never really talk about the good things that happen to us. Just as stories are more interesting with villains, so are the stories of our lives. We want to hear how good conquered evil, not how good and good had a tea party and lived happily ever after. I never know what to say anyway, "Everything's fine." I reply, but of course, I say that anyway.
"Everything's fine, Mr. Goldfinger, I will choose my next witicism carefully as it might be my last." But then what if it isn't? I wouldn't want to be accused of overdramatising things and burn up any credit I might accrue in other ways.
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Ridiculous-Bowling For Soup-A Hangover You Don't Deserve