Mark wrote:So, you'll be my co-star in the sequel then Foxxy? I managed to survive also
Just so we're clear, I am NOT running down any stairs in my underwear. I have to maintain some semblance of dignity while I'm stepping over the dead bodies of my friends.
“You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.”
Mark wrote:So, you'll be my co-star in the sequel then Foxxy? I managed to survive also
Just so we're clear, I am NOT running down any stairs in my underwear. I have to maintain some semblance of dignity while I'm stepping over the dead bodies of my friends.
And I'm NOT going to try and prove my manhood by engaging said murderer in hand to hand combat. I'll hang back with my preferred assault rifle and tripple tap the head.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
then I'll run over said murderer with my car. Twice.
“You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.”
Mark wrote:So, you'll be my co-star in the sequel then Foxxy? I managed to survive also
Well, as many of you can now see, thanks to Nicks work, I've parked my starship, and have now taken a more PERSONAL role, in the day to day workings of Starfleet.
If you get time, look very closely at the statues in the upper right corner.
Great, now I can't stop staring at your avatar......
Lt. Staplic wrote:Ya, sometimes the killer dies at the beginning of the movie.
Sometimes he dies in a previous movie.
“You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.”
Mark wrote:Well, the killer DOES usually die at the end of the movie.............so I'd fear those who best him......especially if they do so more than once.
Royal_Foxx wrote:
Just so we're clear, I am NOT running down any stairs in my underwear. I have to maintain some semblance of dignity while I'm stepping over the dead bodies of my friends.
I didn't think foxes wore undies...
Any who, we're busy (well Mrs. K is) preparing for the weekend camping trip, which looks to be very wet with 90% chance of rain, 12-15mm and thunderstorms Friday and then scattered showers the rest of the weekend. Yay! It's like the Army all over again, except with a better class of people.
