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Mash (it amuses me to call you Mash): If you were trying to download the stuffs from me this fine evening/morning/whatever, I apologize -- Comcast unexpectedly vomited all over me and I had to reboot to get my connectivity back. Hopefully (again, if this was even an issue) you were using some kind of resumable download thingy. Otherwise, you can join me in punching Comcast IN DA FACE for dropping me in the middle of battle in YPP.
Mecha: Tsk. You left the stew out. I put it away, though, so all is well. Leftovers tomorrow yum!
Brain: Stop repeating that one bit of The Trapper Song over and over again. I know that the blood of a fresh-killed rodent is as sweet as brandy-wine, and that the brain of an antelope tastes like cantaloupe. DROP IT ALREADY.
I saw the MST version of Manos tonight. It were great. Ted and I nearly died laughing at the scene where the Master sticks Torgo's hand into the fire. Then mecha rewound it and we nearly died laughing at it again.
And now, greatly-overdue sleepage.
Mecha: Tsk. You left the stew out. I put it away, though, so all is well. Leftovers tomorrow yum!
Brain: Stop repeating that one bit of The Trapper Song over and over again. I know that the blood of a fresh-killed rodent is as sweet as brandy-wine, and that the brain of an antelope tastes like cantaloupe. DROP IT ALREADY.
I saw the MST version of Manos tonight. It were great. Ted and I nearly died laughing at the scene where the Master sticks Torgo's hand into the fire. Then mecha rewound it and we nearly died laughing at it again.
And now, greatly-overdue sleepage.
