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Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.
'Hell Bound'
Boxed Set, Vol. IV: It's always suicide-mission this, save-the-planet that.
A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much any other "genre" (read: sci fi or fantasy) show that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
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Juliebird - Nov 02, 2007 12:00:43 pm PDT #8124 of 10001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Nutty - Nov 02, 2007 1:13:31 pm PDT #8125 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
By selling re-freshed fruit pies, he accomplishes two things: 1. He creates an especially tasty pie, since the fruit is extra fresh once he's revived it. 2. He cuts costs by using free (or very cheap) rotten fruit.
Like I said. Canna eat his own pies, due to his own cheapitude. (Or his dislike of sweet potato pie -- come on! Less than $1 a pound! It takes like 6 months for sweet potatoes to go bad! Live a little, will you??)
If he can make a pie out of zucchini, for two weeks out of the year his neighbors might even pay him to take their produce off their hands, and then pay again for the results (if you can convince people to eat zucchini pie).
Juliebird - Nov 02, 2007 1:17:53 pm PDT #8126 of 10001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Is it like zucchini bread (with nuts, please!)?
I had sweet potato soup, and it was divine. Pie I imagine would be yum as well.
Shoot, Ned could corner the market on fresh fruit pies that are out of season. Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie 365 days a year! *goes to happy place*
lori - Nov 02, 2007 1:18:33 pm PDT #8127 of 10001
Canna eat his own pies, due to his own cheapitude.
Why would you presume his motivation for piemaking is to make pies for his own consumption? Seems like misplaced agita.
Vortex - Nov 02, 2007 1:24:55 pm PDT #8128 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Shoot, Ned could corner the market on fresh fruit pies that are out of season. Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie 365 days a year! *goes to happy place*
I think that's the gimmick of the Pie Hole.
Also, is the bringing people back thing involuntary? I mean, can Ned choose not to reanimate his eggs? And is there a point of death where someone/thing cannot be brought back?
Juliebird - Nov 02, 2007 1:29:42 pm PDT #8129 of 10001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
I think that's the gimmick of the Pie Hole.
f'duh. Oh, Juliebird.
Also, is the bringing people back thing involuntary? I mean, can Ned choose not to reanimate his eggs? And is there a point of death where someone/thing cannot be brought back?
He'd have to wear gloves to not reanimate the eggs, and it's definitely not voluntary what he gets to revive or rekill, but maybe in the fifth season Ned will meet a wise old lady who teaches him how to use his powers and we will discover that Ned had the power of choice all along! And there will be much making out and other stuff with Chuck.
Daisy Jane - Nov 02, 2007 1:30:25 pm PDT #8130 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
The eggs were never animated though, were they?
Juliebird - Nov 02, 2007 1:31:19 pm PDT #8131 of 10001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
This is possibly the strangest conversation ever.
Vortex - Nov 02, 2007 1:31:40 pm PDT #8132 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
That was just an example, not that we ever saw it.
Daisy Jane - Nov 02, 2007 1:34:45 pm PDT #8133 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I know we didn't see it. I just prefer to think of eggs as inanimate objects. For my own good.