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19/02/2022
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NeoChomik
Call their bluff!
La vie est dure quand on n'a pas de domicile fixe.
Transcript 2:
You can’t possibly think I’M that type! I am wearing a polo shirt.
You just start up that souped-up jalopy and get goin’ unless you like the idea of your backside peppered with buckshot!
How are you going to fire buckshot through space?
How are YOU gonna fire buckshot through space?!
I’m…not.
Ah ha! That’s what I thought! Now git!
Transcript 1:
Captain’s log: star date - first down and I can’t believe it - someone on the space station has contacted us. Right away I’m getting the impression he doesn’t like me. I have a feel for that sort of thing…
Out, do you hear me?! Out, out, out, before I say out again!
Please sir, we’re being pursued by a mad man! All we ask for is temporary refuge. I’m a surgeon; I could help you with that growth on your face.
You ain’t foolin’ me! I know your type! I let you hang around and the next thing I know there are joints and beer cans scattered all over the lawn; my wife looks out the window and there you are: naked and showering with my garden hose. No sir, uh uh, no way!
Quite
Just saying it looks vulnerable to buckshot.
lol not complaining. =)
I'm putting out a page a day; I have to cut corners somewhere.
on top of the fact that their spaceship appears to be a giant child's party balloon.
I can think of several ways to fire buckshot through space...they should probably leave.