Or more apt, John Eric Hexum.
Of course nobody remembers him anymore except as a cautionary tale about fucking around with the prop-guns.
He was in Voyagers, right? I never missed it as a swoony pre-teen.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Or more apt, John Eric Hexum.
Of course nobody remembers him anymore except as a cautionary tale about fucking around with the prop-guns.
He was in Voyagers, right? I never missed it as a swoony pre-teen.
Right, so... did I kill Natter, or are all of you just rappelling down the side of my office building and preparing to smash through the server room window?
Right, so... did I kill Natter, or are all of you just rappelling down the side of my office building and preparing to smash through the server room window?
Crap, she found out! Quick! Deploy the ferrets!
Ferret Attack Formation Delta.... engage!
BLOW THE WINDOWS!!! BREACH, BREACH!!
Shhh, not til Saturday. You're ruining it!!
Saturday?!
I don't think I can keep the little capes and helmets on the ferrets until Saturday.
Shhh, not til Saturday. You're ruining it!!
Saturday??? Oh crap. I missed a memo somewhere, didn't I?
Heh. I guess last night's Alias was written by our boy Bell.
That explains... well, pretty much all of it, really.
I don't think I can keep the little capes and helmets on the ferrets until Saturday.
Ah well, proceed with the plan then. The ferrets will just have to keep her under wraps until we can get the rest of the team in place.
Saturday??? Oh crap. I missed a memo somewhere, didn't I?
Apparently so, since you'll be in CALIFORNIA when the rest of us are attempting to liberate the shriftinatrix.