Die, thread, die!
Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...
'Shindig'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Jessica - May 31, 2008 6:05:22 am PDT #10000 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
§ ita § - May 31, 2008 8:32:15 am PDT #10001 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
This thread has been dominated into closing: "Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!"