Four Ways to Survive a New World (The Jackson Town Remix)
Tuesday, March 30th, 2010Two pilots walk into a bar. One goal: to get as fucked (frakked, she can’t get the vowels right for this frakking universe) up as possible.
Two pilots walk into a bar. One goal: to get as fucked (frakked, she can’t get the vowels right for this frakking universe) up as possible.
“I fucking hate spies,” Brad said drily as Michael Westen walked into the bar.
Kris Allen had gone into Starfleet after watching the terrifying spectacle of a Romulan drill careening into Earth, nearly destroying it like Vulcan just before. He was sitting in his mother’s house, eating roast chicken and thinking about work the next day and smiling at his best girl, when the alert came over the wire and everyone scrambled to see what it was.
It was nice to make someone laugh again.