So I lied. No post yesterday. Now it's tax day and if I had my druthers, I'd be curled up in the fetal position somewhere dark and small, sobbing incoherently. Not that that has anything to do with the date, really, that could be any morning. I don't like getting up
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*giggle* Sark's got a point.
Though now I'm wondering what it would take to get someone to write that scenario....
I share Sark's bafflement over the curling mission. I mean, even Sloane's got to realise he can't just a) send Jack and Sark in the field together and b) dress either--much less BOTH--in bunny suits without risking retribution; you'd think he'd save such torment for missions that couldn't just easily be completed by anyone else.
Then again, logic has never seemed to be Sloane's strong suit, what with the Rambaldi obsession....
Jack paused in his task of carefully scissoring the pink bunny suit into so many handkerchief sized bits of fabric.
*snicker* I can just see it now...he's probably cutting it into equal-sized pieces, isn't he?
*snirt*
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Nothing will ever unwrinkle Vartan's brow. It's like expecting the Presidents on Rushmore to change their expressions. Why is this guy making movies right and left while David Angers isn't even a regular anymore? :pouts:
I can just see it now...he's probably cutting it into equal-sized pieces, isn't he?
Hee, you've got it exactly. Perfectly equal sized squares. Which makes me think, what do you bet Jack cleans his own house?
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Just further proof that the World Makes No Sense. None whatsoever.
what do you bet Jack cleans his own house?
No question. For starters, not doing it himself would require letting someone else in his house, possibly even while he's not there. Not gonna happen.
Everything goes into exactly the same spot every time, too. You know all those fics where Sark can tell someone's been in his apartment because something's been shifted by, like, two milimeters? I bet Jack's like that, too. They really are more alike than Jack would ever dream of admitting.
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Seriously, I can just imagine Sark and Jack bonding over such a situation.
*grins*
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Awwwwwwww.... bunny!Sark.
Jack picked up his bunny head and replaced it
LMAO! Ohh, goodness. The image. LOL.
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Sark was planning on ceremonially torching his costume.
Hee. Not surprised at all that Sark would choose the method of destruction with a tad more flair to it.
The last they saw of him was his fluffy white tail.
Is it wrong that I want to pinch it? I mean, the tail! ... Oh hell, I mean both.
Sark stared at him and wondered again just exactly when his life had gone completely off the rails.
Hah, that would probably be around the time when Auburn decided to put Sark and Syd on a mission that required wigs, goth-prostitute clothing, eyeliner, and a large albino with an aphrodisiac created by a 15th century nutjob! Bad for Sark, excellent for the rest of us!!
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Started smoking the really bad crack. Right? Someday I'll explain why it's all really rez_lo's fault. Because it is. She egged me on in the beginning. Though the bunny suit, hunh, that was just me. :bg:
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