GALLERIES
OCTOPUSSY
(April 2004)
Page 2
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 RodRocket: "Welcome to da Vatican, Signore Bond. I'm-a Father Guido Sarducci."  GlitterRock: Bond's just hanging out there until a chair opens up at the "Chutes & Ladders" table.  RodRocket: "Rock pulverizes your Britisher scissors, English dog!" | ||
 RodRocket: "Stop, or I'll pump your breast milk!!!"  RodRocket: "Hike the skirt a bit higher, Moneypenny. There's a good girl."  TheDiva: Oh God, you realize what this means? Somewhere out there there is...  A NAKED ROGER MOORE!! | ||
TheLurker: GAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Must... not... think... of.. naked... Moore... Must look... at... shirtless... Depp... Dita DuPave: ARRRRGH! *maces own eyes* Trin Tragula: He must be hunted down, his knackers chopped off, and then killed. With extreme prejudice. Release the Dalton. | ||
GlitterRock: Hey hey... (nervous) ... let's be reasonable... we don't see any shorts lying there... he might not be TOTALLY naked... yeah, YEAH! That's it... not naked... not naked (rocking back and forth)  Dita DuPave: Yum, Head of Cthulhu is always the best at Chez Elder God.  RodRocket: Then she sticks it in her ear for a refill. |