“I want to hear it.”
The cold muzzle pressing against his head underscored the threat in the words. “Fuck your mother,” he replied.
“Say it.” The naked, flinty click of the hammer cracked the air. This was serious. Finally he relented.
“Okay,” he admitted, “Kirk would kick Picard’s ass.”
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Most excellent. :)
What Paula said.
Kirk would never beat Marshall Dillon, though. No way.
I was in a room once where I was sure that this was close to happening.
I bet Kirk could whupp Dillon's blue balls if he was hopped up on summa dat alien pichka.
Hey Fez! I've lost my damned password, so until I get it re-sent to me...
A mate of mine acted with Patrick Stewart this year (I know several actors). He was at Stewart's big party about three weeks ago. Paddy was expecting at least 50 guests, but so many had other commitments that he ended up asking my mate to eat as much food as possible.
Anyway, no-one was allowed to even mention Star Trek. No-one was allowed to say 'Engage' or 'Make it so'. But Stewart did complain about one fan who waited outside the stage door in Stratford Upon Avon (where they were all doing Shakespeare). The guy had surgically altered his ears, Vulcan-style. Stewart's complaint? "He [Spock] wasn't even in my crew!"
Love it!
Probably, but Marshall Dillon would still clean his clock.
Fez, enough of these 50 word things. I want a post on Vanilla Icecream and your abandonment of her. Now!
Or I will Bumiputra you - I swear it!
Yeah, really. What are you? On strike or something?
Apparently we have to break in here about every 30 days or so to get the Monkster back on attending to important business.
Here we are now, entertain us, Jack.
Excuse me, every FORTY days!
Maybe someone ate his living brain as a delicacy.
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