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28/03/2022
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Mark Burkhart
Gun? What gun?
it's contagious all the same
Bon, nous voilà à nouveau et encore avec un rire maniaque et avide de pouvoir.
Gun? What gun?
Gun? What gun?
Transcript 2:
This primitive weapon is just what we need to overthrow Caw’n! He may be prepared for anything from lightsabers to concentrated plasma blasts, but this unassuming little piece of steel, he’ll never see coming!
We shall defeat the evil usurper Caw’n, and I, Captain Silo, shall assume command of this ship!
M’wah, ha, ha, ha, ha!
That is pretty funny: Captain Silo - sounds really stupid. Hee, hee, hee.
That was not an amused laugh, Chickov; that was a maniacal, power hungry laugh!
Oh, sorry, all laughter sounds the same to me.
Transcript 1:
Helmsman’s log: star date - the square root of toothbrush - ignore everything Chickov puts in his log. He couldn’t log his way out of a paper bag with a long, sharp knife…
Eureka!
My name is Chickov. Although, Eureka is a pretty good name for a character in science fiction. I may use it in one of my Babylon Five fan fictions.
The solution to our problem has been right in front of us this whole time! Your gun, Chickov!
I have a gun?
Oh yeah, look at that; it even has my name on it.