*squee* I think I love you! *tries to squish Skull Bearer who edges away slowly and calls for help*
Funniest thing in a long long time!
I needed that cheer-up so damn badly! And there's a new Torqueo chapter! (I'm not going to be able to read that tonight, though, because I have a 90-minute presentation to write from scratch. About 6th-century monks. Joy. *sarcasm* And it absulutely doesn't help that medieval monks are probably the gayest thing ever happening to walk on this world. Still no fun. Well, at least I'll have something to look forward to tomorrow afternoon. ":-D)
Vader: Where are who? In fact, who are you? Or you? Sauron: The Dark Lord Sauron, Lord of Mordor. Vader: I am Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith. Raistlin: *grabs Erik's arm when he's about to stand* I don't think poncificating is a good idea. Erik: No. It is. I am Magneto, Lord of Magnetism. Raistlin: *resigning himself to looking even more ridiculous* My name is Raistlin Majere, mage and lord of nothing in particular. Where are we?
It's a sad thing I&E-verse Raistlin can't introduce himself as "aspiring god"... he seems so disturbingly sane without that. *ggg*
Vader: But you kill people? Erik: When they're charging towards me screaming with guns, yes. Why? How many have you killed. Sauron: Everyone who makes trouble. Raistlin: Anyone who gets on my nerves. Vader: I once blew up a planet. *silence* Sauron: Why?
"X-D
Raistlin: I know, you know. Why it upsets you. Elric told me. Erik: Elric should learn to keep his mouth shut. Raistlin: If it counts for anything, he's declared war on the Gods of Law because of it.
For some indiscernible reason, I imagine Elric and Raistlin drinking tea while having this conversation. (And the mental image has me wondering how many white-haired guys co-inhabit your brain-space anyway.)
And is it bad of me to want to see an episode of Erik-and-Charles-having-a-drink-with-our-mages-on-Krynn?
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Funniest thing in a long long time!
I needed that cheer-up so damn badly! And there's a new Torqueo chapter! (I'm not going to be able to read that tonight, though, because I have a 90-minute presentation to write from scratch. About 6th-century monks. Joy. *sarcasm* And it absulutely doesn't help that medieval monks are probably the gayest thing ever happening to walk on this world. Still no fun. Well, at least I'll have something to look forward to tomorrow afternoon. ":-D)
Vader: Where are who? In fact, who are you? Or you?
Sauron: The Dark Lord Sauron, Lord of Mordor.
Vader: I am Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith.
Raistlin: *grabs Erik's arm when he's about to stand* I don't think poncificating is a good idea.
Erik: No. It is. I am Magneto, Lord of Magnetism.
Raistlin: *resigning himself to looking even more ridiculous* My name is Raistlin Majere, mage and lord of nothing in particular. Where are we?
It's a sad thing I&E-verse Raistlin can't introduce himself as "aspiring god"... he seems so disturbingly sane without that. *ggg*
Vader: But you kill people?
Erik: When they're charging towards me screaming with guns, yes. Why? How many have you killed.
Sauron: Everyone who makes trouble.
Raistlin: Anyone who gets on my nerves.
Vader: I once blew up a planet.
*silence*
Sauron: Why?
"X-D
Raistlin: I know, you know. Why it upsets you. Elric told me.
Erik: Elric should learn to keep his mouth shut.
Raistlin: If it counts for anything, he's declared war on the Gods of Law because of it.
For some indiscernible reason, I imagine Elric and Raistlin drinking tea while having this conversation. (And the mental image has me wondering how many white-haired guys co-inhabit your brain-space anyway.)
And is it bad of me to want to see an episode of Erik-and-Charles-having-a-drink-with-our-mages-on-Krynn?