The Attention Deficit Disorder Thread

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You didn't "steal" the kitten, you accidentally misplaced it at your house?

 

You're offended on his behalf? Grow up. If I said something offensive about you or to you, then feel free to get all hogwild and hormonal, but until then, get a life and leave me the hell alone.

 

-All quiet, Chief?
-Looks like it, sir.
-Guess they're not coming tonight then.
-Nope. (sly grin) Guess you'll have to go dinner tonight.
[pause]
-You know, Chief, if I wasn't the super-awesome officer that I am, and you weren't the lowly itty-bitty little bug of a Chief that you so are, I'd kick your ass for that.
-Guess I was just born lucky, sir.
[snickers all round]

 

Look, in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it an unrealistic comic book character? Oh; it's a bird.

 

-I so want to meet the guy that made this. It's almost as though he thinks someone might attack it.
[pause]
-We're going to attack it.
-Oh, yeah. Right.

 

They looked kinda familiar, but this is Hollywood; everyone looks `kinda familiar`

 

It was an ugly station.

He didn’t expect a forward operating base to be classically elegant in its architecture, but most space stations had a certain artistry to them, as though the designers and construction crews took immense pride in their efforts. As they should; building a habitat in space was hardly a cinch.

But this one. So obviously designed and put together by studiously linear and humourless military types, all straight lines, broken only by the weapons stations sprouting all over.

It was a battle station, a fort deep in Indian country, and didn’t care who knew it.

 

Dirty Hippy

`I know what you're thinking. "Did she throw six flowers or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is an Interflora delivery, the most powerful flower delivery company in the world, and would blow your nose clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?`

 

So Han’s walking down the halls of Bespin with his old friend Lando. Leia’s there, and lookin’ good. Han thinks he’s off to dinner - maybe some wine, a little flirting, and then back to the ol’ guest quarters with Her Hotness.

But the door opens, and there’s Darth Vader.

Han doesn’t look incredulously at Lando; he doesn’t duck or run away.

What does Han do?

He starts shooting at the son-of-a-bitch.

He starts shooting.

Be like Han.

 

And one day Ares says; The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is He, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for He is truly His brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my spam brothers. And you will know my name is the Spam Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

 

Terrific! I'm about to get killed a million miles from nowhere with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to relax!

 

John Crichton: I try to save a life a day... usually it's mine.

 

John Crichton: [pointing at Aeryn] That's my underwear.
Aeryn Sun: [reaching back to see the tag] What does this say?
John Crichton: Calvin.
Aeryn Sun: Well, they're not yours.

 

[Rygel hold's Sikozu's separated hand]
Dominar Rygel XVI: Wormholes. Aeryn. Earth. Aeryn. Scorpius. Aeryn. I'm out of fingers. Want me to keep counting on hers?