
![]() Zee: It's been a busy day for Peter Garrett: First he became a Hare Krishna, then Leslie Neilson buried him up to his neck in the sand as the tide came in, then he came back as a zombie and joined the SLA. (There, if that isn't a high-concept cap I don't know what is) | ![]() TheDiva: "Can we hurry this up? I've got to hunt down Tom Hanks..." | ![]() GlitterRock: It's time to feel the wreath of Michael Berryman! (ducks tomatoes) |
![]() daupstart: "Hurry up. I've got to hunt down Jean-Luc Picard." | ![]() BlakHat1: "Hurry up. How can we sleep when our beds are burning?" | ![]() gleeb: "Fwickin twibble-dahg dayah!" |
![]() Indomitus: "...and lick the mirror handsome!" *lick* | ![]() daupstart: He should've waited until temperatures were above freezing to do that. | ![]() GlitterRock: "Doctor, mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it-- " "-- but a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it, Rose." |
![]() TheDiva: "Let's see...The Complete Charles Dickens, Reversing the Polarity of the Neutron Flow and Other Easy Technobabble Solutions...ah, here we are! Aliens Disguised As Earth Legends: How to Recognize Them, How to Defeat Them..." | ![]() GlitterRock: (feels...feels) Geez. Why don't you and the books get a friggin' room, Doctor? | ![]() Shadarus: Scallions! More scallions! Look, I used to do this, I'm a CHEF! *throws knife with deadly accuracy, embedding it into the ice-box* Chefs do that, ya know. |