Wave to Mal from Badger « Thread Started on Jun 20, 2006, 1:48pm »
:;The cortex blinked and Badger's face came into view::
Oi, Malcolm Reynolds ::he drawled in his harsh cockney accent:: I do believe ya been avoidin' me, ya 'ave! I wan' my package....
Ya bes' be contactin' me soon, Reynolds, or I shall be garnerin' ya a visit...this time withou' me lovely tea and finger sandwiches. Ya got two days, Reynolds...two.
Oh, god! What could it be? We're doomed! Who's flyin' this thing? Oh. Right. That'd be me. Back to work.
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Re: Wave to Mal from Badger « Reply #2 on Jul 7, 2006, 3:08pm »
"Nope," He stood with his arms folded, still looking at the blank monitor. "Not happy at all." He unfolded his arms and set his hands on his hips. "I conjure he'll be a mite less happy when we tell him where he can put his finger sandwiches." The sounds of people in the galley got his attention. "C'mon, we'd best go join the festivities."