The party, or rather the fight, continues here:
Tracy: Well-- That call -- That call means you just murdered me. Mal: No, son. You murdered yourself. I just carried the bullet a while.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
§ ita § - Aug 02, 2006 9:26:18 am PDT #10002 of 10002Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.