But isn't being an overlord - good OR evil - all about giving orders?
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Beer would go much better with quail. Probably. I've never eaten quail.
And I'll never get to, now that the apocalypse is all nigh and crap.
If you have to order it, it's not exactly a true "ominous prophetic sign", is it? It's more of an "ominous product placement" and that cheapens the whole Apocalypse.
But when you're working on a tight schedule, knowing your ominous prophetic sign will appear when you need it is comforting. Or something.
Quail before my might and my strange gastronomical appetites!
Strange gastronical appetites, sure. Might? Quailing before?
You bring nothing but a large bookcase and comic books.
Hey, from where I sit, that counts as a dowry.
I only quail if I get beer.
Yeah, no one told me that.
Might? Quailing before?
It takes nerves of steel and a will of iron to walk into *this* group wearing stripey tights. FEAR ME!!
Well...it also took a fair amount of beer, come to think of it.
~ ma for Dana.
Beer explains SO MUCH.
Well...it also took a fair amount of beer, come to think of it.
Beer and me saying "I dare you". Unlike, say, the candy bra, which only took saying "Hey, someone brought you a candy bra! You should put it on!"