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The black hole draws you inexorably inward. Time slows. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
I'd diddle little umdidlie... if she weren't my half-sister. Abortion prevents pedophilia. In more ways than one!   Notice to all users of the Holodeck: There are safety protocols in place that cannot be deactivated without the approval of two commanding officers or the captain to protect users of the Holodeck from potential harm. However, every time the Holodeck is ever used in a nontrivial manner, no matter what the safety protocols say, the Holodeck turns into a deathtrap. Unless you believe yourself to be adept at constructing a forcefield from your communicator and 19th century Earth tools, or you're at the very least not wearing a red shirt, you are strongly advised not to attempt to use the Holodeck until a designer comes up with a safety protocol that doesn't kill you whenever somebody looks at it funny. Even when you're not on the holodeck. Or in the same quadrant. Or time period. In fact, if you are wearing a red shirt, Starfleet may not be the job for you  |
I was at Strike for a show recently, removing dirt and unscrewing screws, as one often does at Strike, and somebody said they saw me online. Which didn't surprise me at first, seeing as how there's this website I have. But that's not where they saw me. She and her boyfriend has been looking online at a shopping site and happened to see a picture of me on ThinkGeek. Apparently, they were looking for red swingline staplers or something. In any case, it's cool that somebody who knows me saw me there. It's like I'm famous without the fame part... which I guess would be just ous. I'm ous. No feedback yetLeave a comment |
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