[RC's Office] [Surprisingly becomes 16+, NWS!]

[replicarter]

So in one world, my husband is finally shagging the guy I've been trying to get with for over a year. I hate Jack. In another, I'm not getting laid. Because everyone tasty is 17.

It may be time to go take over a galaxy or something.

*broods*

Comments

[kawalsky]

I'm writing you a nice, pro-robot essay, Professor Fembot!

[replicarter]

That's nice, Charles. I do thank you for that kindness.

[kawalsky]

You're welcome, Professor. Even if you are evil, you're hot and I aim to please.

[replicarter]

Bless.

[psycho_barbie]

Here, have a slinky.

[replicarter]

Thank you, child.

[notavegetarian]

Darling, we could put on leather pants and blow up a few planets if you'd like.

[replicarter]

You're blue. But I think I can deal with that.

[notavegetarian]

[serene smile] Good. Shall I pick you up promptly?

[replicarter]

Err... okay!

[names_ash]

Erm... am I not tasty? *scratches manly chin*

[replicarter]

How old are you?

[names_ash]

Thirty-ish? Is that a problem?

[replicarter]

Oh honey, that's a miracle.

[emo_padawan]

Can we start with this one? Because I've apparantly been traipsing around in a mini-skirt for the last few hours and the fewer people alive to remember it, the happier I'll be...

[replicarter]

Mmm. Midi-chlorians. I feel hunger to EAT YOUR BRAIN, Anakin.

[emo_padawan]

Um. Kay....Back to the blowing shit up thing, though. First we blow stuff up, then you can...um...eat my brain. Some of it. I wanna hang onto the OMG dirty Obi-Wan stuff, though, all right? I'm willing to share them, though.

[replicarter]

Errr... I have the firepower, I can depend on you as a maniacal general, then?