Ahh, that's nice, Mitsur, but surely you wouldn't waste your time
writing a fanfic on lazy jerks like us, now, would you.

That still stand, right?

Oh good, I like handcuffs!

*gets out box of toys*


I'm taking bets on how long this thread lasts until being closed. Odds are on 1.5 days.

As long as Searex or Rich doesn't arrive, we're all perfectly safe.

Then we're in the clear for at least three weeks to a month.

You know what's the solution, Nemo? Don't have friends.

I've got the sex change covered, but you'll have to do better than the intravenous caffeine injections - caffeine doesn't have any affect on me.

Alcohol on the other hand :D

Alcar...

So, Alcar, are you joining our conspiracy to mess up a perfectly good topic with bizarre 007-related things?

Welcome to the fold!

Ok, i'm starting work on the fan fic now. Soon to be released! (hopefuly)

I've never seen Alcar more happy than that, for some reason. He's just
like Xavier.

Being an Administrator destroys your humour and bias, somewhat similar to how being a Mormon destroys your sex life.

Alcar...

Oh come now Peter! You're not suggesting that you drink large quantities of Alcohol or smoke large ammounts of cigerettes, are you? :P

- Rexy

I'll be one of the hopelessly inaccurate henchmen (who trained at the Imperial Stormtrooper Marksmanship Academy) who dies whenever there needs to be an unimportant fatality.

As a matter of fact, I can be all of the henchmen. But you'll have to pay me for each one.

Hmmm. How much do you charge for each kind of death? What about per poorly-aimed shot?

BTW, I've got a pretty hilarious part of the parody done so far. Sneak peak soon to come!