Except the logic that most of those victims screaming on their radios probably should have known to space themselves rather than be captured alive by the Reavers.
Okay, now the thought of someone holding down a comm button, or opening a comm channel, just to scream while being raped/tortured to death makes me think of Monty Python --
"Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't bother to carve AAAAAGGH, he'd just say it."
"Perhaps he was dictating?"
Thank you, Sean, for putting the image in my head of a nattily-dressed Reaver (complete with face carvings) taking a human captive to the captain of his ship.
"I brought this bloke back to my cabin to have a little fun, a little rapin' and eatin', when I realized that the only reason he was standing in his bridge was that he had been nailed there."
"Well, if I hadn't nailed him to the floor, he would have put on that spacesuit, muscled open the hatch, and then voom!"
Fruity Oaty Bars / Make a man out of a mouse / Fruity Oaty Bars / Make you bust out of your blouse.
Been singing that for about a week now.
And OMG. The pretty.
Is this Our Allyson quoted here? [link]
Sure sounds like Our Allyson, and if so, I'm so proud.
I love it when people I like make F_W. It's like they've hit the big time or something.
I love it when people I like make F_W. It's like they've hit the big time or something.
Hee hee. I'm in this one, as "the interviewer."
I love it when people I like make F_W. It's like they've hit the big time or something.
And when they're being the voice of reason and you don't have to cringe on their behalf? Priceless.
The day after seeing Serenity for the first time, I turned on the TV and an old episode of Family Guy comes on.
It starts out with an idyllic scene with all the major characters enjoying a day at the lake. Then a leaf turns color, and suddenly hoards of cars come thundering in.
Oh, here's the transcript. Tell me what it reminds you of.
Meg: I love this time of year.
Brian: Me, too. The summer tourists are gone, and we finally have the town to ourselves before those idiots from New York show up to watch the leaves change and take over the whole place.
[Cars honking]
Brian: LEAFERS!
Peter: Holy crap! We gotta get outta here!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Bonnie: What about the boat?
Joe: Leave it!
Lois: Hurry, Peter! They're almost here!
Chris: We're too late!
Man: Yo, Matty. Check out those colors. Yellow like a taxi, orange like the ball at the Knicks game and red like the sauce on my Mamma Mia's cu cazz.
Matty: Yeah, and brown like the guys I don't pick up in my cab.
Man: Beautiful!
ALL: AAAAHHH!
We were rolling on the floor.
And when they're being the voice of reason and you don't have to cringe on their behalf? Priceless.
Awesome. Although I was confused because they seemed to be lumping her in with the crazies. Whatev.