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Discussion in 'RED DWARF UNIVERSE' started by Gluben, Apr 27, 2009.
Now I really don't know where are we in these conversation
Was it a conversation? I thought it was just a load of random quotes:shock:
Well, I say let's get out there and twat it!
Now just because it's an armour-plated alien killing-machine which salivates unspeakable slobber, doesn't mean it's a bad person. What we need to do is get it around the table and crank out a solution package, maybe over tea and biscuits.
One swift knee in the happy sacks; it'll drop like anyone else! I'm gonna rip out its windpipe and beat it death with the tonsil end. I'm gonna stick my fist so far down its gob, I'll be able to pull the label off its underpants.
Okay, I think we're all losing sight of the big picture here, which is: What are we going to call ourselves? I think it comes down to a toss up between the "League Against Salivating Monsters", or, my own personal preference, which is the "Committee for the Liberation and Integration of Terrifying Organisms, and their Rehabilitation Into Society". One drawback is the abbreviation is "Clitoris"
Listen, you bunch of tarts, it's clobbering time! There's a body bag out there with that scudball's name on it, and I'm doing up the zip. Anyone who gets in my way gets a napalm enema!
It's the TV Weather Girl from Channel 27! Oh smeg, you can't see what she's doing with that pointy stick!
I think everybody's right...... except me so lets pretend I'm not here.
Okay, here's my idea. Let's get tough. The time for talking is over. I propose we hit it hard, and hit it fast, with a major, and I mean major leaflet campaign. Then while it's reeling from that, we follow it up with a wist drive, a car boot sale, some street theatre, and maybe even some sort of benefit concert. And if that doesn't work I'm afraid it's time for the T-Shirts: "Mutants Out! Chameleonic Lifeforms? No Thanks!" And if that doesn't work I just don't know what we'll do
If only they'd've mentioned it in Basic Training! Instead of climbing up and down ropes and crawling on your elbows through tunnels. If only, just once, they'd said, "Gazpacho soup is served cold!" I could've been an admiral by now!
PURPLE ALERT, PURPLE ALERT!
Well it's worse than a blue alert but not quite as bed as a red alert. It's sort of a mauve, I'll say mauve
Sorry I was looking at the wrong panel.
If your interested I'll be in my quaters at lunchtime, coverd in taramasalata.
You are hallucinating!!!
Theres an old cat saying...but you dont wanna hear it!
It's the old backfiring-time-gauntlet trick. You just bought yourself a one-way ticket to oblivion.