I've never COMMed before, but here goes:
Matt the Bruins Fan in Buffy--not a spoiler--
I'm scared by the implication there was once someone out there with both prehensile genitals and the willingness to stop a chainsaw with them.
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I've never COMMed before, but here goes:
Matt the Bruins Fan in Buffy--not a spoiler--
I'm scared by the implication there was once someone out there with both prehensile genitals and the willingness to stop a chainsaw with them.
Nice one, Maysa! My mind is boggling so hard that my skull may split. I take it this isn't a reference to Clark Kent's prehensile secondary penis, then? Although the possibility that there could be more than one random conversation about prehensile penises (penes?) capable of stopping a chainsaw is...well, a very Buffista thing, come to think of it.
I'm COMMing Fay, from right below her...AIFG!
I take it this isn't a reference to Clark Kent's prehensile secondary penis, then?
No, it was in reference to a warning label.
Clakr Kent has a secondary prehensile penis? I'm so glad I don't watch Smallville. Or maybe that means I should start watching.
Ah, Maysa. You're having that reaction that happens to all Buffistas on one subject or another, here.
It's the: I'm not sure if I'm repelled or attracted by that idea, and I'm too smart and too scared to find out.
Clakr Kent has a secondary prehensile penis?
It was badfic. Smallville has given rise to shedloads of very, very good fiction. And also to some truly breathtakingly bad fiction. Badfic of the sort that really sets new lows. I haven't laughed harder at anything in months. I cried. My face hurt. And this was just from the paragraph or so that Vortex quoted for us. Reading the whole story would probably have killed me.
It was badfic. Smallville has given rise to shedloads of very, very good fiction. And also to some truly breathtakingly bad fiction. Badfic of the sort that really sets new lows. I haven't laughed harder at anything in months. I cried. My face hurt.
I don't know, there's something very creative about the whole idea. I picture Clark Kent swinging through the trees with it. Who needs flying when you've got that?
(Sorry about the nattering.)
Ahem...
Points to "No Nattering" sign...
In Angel (non-spoily):
Caroma: I have just had ashes smeared on my forehead by a man in a robe who told me that I am dust and to dust I shall return.
Narrator: Sounds like my annual performance review.
Narrator was on a spoilerific tear tonight:
Once again, only evil apparently knows how to dial long distance.