Never let me say that the Bungles are good for nothing...
So, wierd dream last night:
I don't remember why Jayne and Mal were playing two-man team football against a pair of random eleven-year-old boys. I don't remember why they'd showed up in helmets and not much else when it was flurrying around the stadium. But they could've won, if Jayne had made that field goal. He just wanted to let the kids win.
So, yes, in other words, Firefly + football + "I can do ANYTHING in my MAN-PANTS!" from Ren faire = crack on a stick. I wonder about my brain at times; I really do...
For slightly less cracky (and probably funnier) misadventures of Mal and Jayne, you might want to check out Cliffhanger by A Wandering Minstrel.
I don't remember why Jayne and Mal were playing two-man team football against a pair of random eleven-year-old boys. I don't remember why they'd showed up in helmets and not much else when it was flurrying around the stadium. But they could've won, if Jayne had made that field goal. He just wanted to let the kids win.
So, yes, in other words, Firefly + football + "I can do ANYTHING in my MAN-PANTS!" from Ren faire = crack on a stick. I wonder about my brain at times; I really do...
For slightly less cracky (and probably funnier) misadventures of Mal and Jayne, you might want to check out Cliffhanger by A Wandering Minstrel.