you're a tosser. now you pick that frisbee up, and toss it to *me*!
ow! i hit my eye!
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our lives are different to anybody else's. that's the exciting thing - nobody in the universe can do what we're doing. | eng/esp | dwrp; mvrp | canon/non | mdni | ms.
you're a tosser. now you pick that frisbee up, and toss it to *me*!
ow! i hit my eye!
don't worry, an apple a day and i'll be out of your hair.
βI donβt like those.β
well that's the joy of frisbee. it can be anyone, and everyone, and, indeed, both at once!
Who's this tosser?
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hmmm, that depends. is the vampire in a deep sleep?
βIf vampire hair grows back to the same length as when they died, what about their pubic hair? Or armpit hair? Or leg hair? Or moustaches?β
mushroom, i think. you know . . . i don't know! isn't that exciting, mmm? shall we find out? oh, don't worry. i'm fairly sure it's edible for humans.
ha-ha, yeah . . . so, uh, what's snozrap?
snozrap soup. doesn't it smell delicious?
what is it?
well, you see, a zygon has access to all kinds of resources. *including* memories.
( wiggles eyebrows. )
are you? really? how can i be so sure?
The thing about me, is that im Cassie Van Blair
hmm, let's see, let's see, round the clock horny -- tick . . .
fill it in, gorgeous.
tough crowd! i'm looking for bugs. weren't you listening?
I did not ask for... (The name gets a reaction. His face goes carefully blank and he straightens to his full height. He's not irritated, he tells himself firmly.) Why are you here? What do you *want?*
you can never trust the dead. *never*. all they do is lie.
Hmmβ¦ but it would save me so much time on cases if I could just ask βhey what kind of weapon did the killer use to dismember you?β And think of what it could do to the margin of error rate! [Sheβs getting all the way down this rabbit hole.]
is that what you think i look like? i don't like the ears. now, if you want to *draw*, let me introduce you to my *good friend* vinnie--
(Walks over and yanks the piece of paper out of his hand. It's a sketch. He's rather protective of his art; after all, isn't that a glimpse into somebody's psyche?) You are usually a better liar than that. I'm disappointed.
i'll *never* catch a gumblejack with all this NOISE.
what's that? why am i going through your things? i'm looking for, er . . . bugs. ye-es, let's see . . . this piece of paper looks *remarkably* like the spindly-tailed dumpeater(!)
I'm starting to think that some of my companions are colourblind.
Oh, I wouldn't. The living dead *never* pay back their loans!
Nobody told me I could do necromancy!! It would make my life so much easier
oh, don't worry about that. it happens to all my companions at some point.
shit!!
you realise, don't you, that that *is* the future of being an astronaut? astro-politik?
i can imagine raising a peace ambassador.
what about politicians? could you imagine raising a politician?
( he's rewarded with her biggest smile. ) that's good to know.
now why do you want to know that?
are my kids astronauts?
anything for you, my little cheese.
can i ask you a personal question?