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[froodle]

Having just been to see Serenity a second time, I would like to say that Mal is a dick, and that I desperatly need some kind of quote-bearing merchandise, possibly in the form of clothing. Thusly, I have taken it upon myself to create art the only way I know how: shoddily and in Paint.

















And my personal favourite, my absolute dream t-shirt, and the one I am guarenteed to never wear outside the house...

Comments

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Fantastic! oh we so have to get these done

[froodle]

If only for the sheer comedy value of wearing Captain Tightpants shirts to class and seeing Woolfie hyperventilate.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Now that would be hillarious, we may get her to blush as badly as you!

[froodle]

Shut up!

Damn it, I'm blushing over the internet! I hate you!

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

I am most amused

[froodle]

There are hamsters in your room now. Hidden. Watching. Waiting.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

you are evil

[froodle]

Can you hear them? Chittering away in the dark, staring at you from the shadows with their tiny, beady little hamster eyes...

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Im not going ot be able to sleep now

[froodle]

That's probably for the best. Once you let your guard down, they'll be on you, nibbling you with their sharp rodent teeth, crawling on you with their tiny naked feet and fat fluffy bodies...

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

:-O

[froodle]

Hey, is that one crawling up the wall near your head? I think it is.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

:-O :-O

CRICKET CRICKET CRICKET CRICKET

CRICKET

[froodle]

*giggles and blushes*

I mean... DAMN IT I HATE YOU I HOPE HAMSTERS EAT YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE NIGHT!

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

You should get a T shirt saying:

Cricket Love or something

[froodle]

I see you wearing anything with the word Cricket on, I swear to God I'll tear out your innards and eat them. With mustard.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

I'm not to wear my cricket shirt then - ever?

[froodle]

Never.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

What - ever?

[froodle]

Never ever.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

You're not the boss of me!

[froodle]

These angry flaring nostrils of Alphamaledom say otherwise.

[froodle]

PS Your icon is dirty. Look at that pose! He's totally like, "Oh Jayne, teehee! You're so tall and fuzzy and manly-like!"

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Yep - well yep to the dirty part anyway, i like to think that hes looking at me

[froodle]

Are you tall, fuzzy and some kind of man-ape-gone-wrong thing? No? Then he's not looking at you.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Ooops I accidentally clicked on the HET icon

[froodle]

Augh! It burns! It burns like lava melting my face off as though I was some kind of Hayden Christensen thing! THE PAIN! THE BADLY-EMOTED PAIN!

*rolls around on the floor screaming*

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Aren't they cute!

[froodle]

You're going to Hell.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

As long as Simon is there Im fine with that.

Off to read some HET PORN NOW

[froodle]

Simon doesn't go to Hell. Simon goes to Jaynestown. It's like a special Heaven just for pretty, GAY Doctors who like shiny waistcoats and doing naughty things with plastic dinosaurs.

Oh, and also? Read this.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

plastic dinosaurs - what did they ever do to you!?

No its nasty Jayne/Simon porn

[froodle]

The dinosaurs are bringing joy to people. Wash would have wanted it this way.

GhostWash: No I didn't- AUGH MISTER POINTY WHHHHYYYY! *curls up in a corner and cries little ghosttears*

It's yummy Jayne/Simon porn. Plus Jayne fills Simon's room with fire-retardant foam. Funny and sexy!

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he wouldn't have!

LMAO

hmmm I may read it, but first Simon/Kaylee

[froodle]

Poor, dead, traumatised GhostWash. Nobody should see a Stegosaurus used like that. And it's not like he can kill himself to escape the pain, either.

Simon/Kaylee is the Devil's work! Every time somebody reads it, God kills a kitten. Do you want kitten-death on your conscience?

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Trapped in a plasticy hell

I dont like cats

[froodle]

A disturbingly sticky plasticy hell.

Which incidently is the Hell of choice for cat-hating, het-shipping Jedi scum like yourself.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

I'm not a Jedi damnit!

[froodle]

You wear brown. Brown is a hippy Jedi colour. Damn dirty Jedi.

[dissident-dream.livejournal.com]

Brown coat!

[froodle]

As I recall, most of the Browncoats died. The others became dickly Captains obsessed with having territorial pissing matches with hulking mercenaries and prissy doctors. Way to go, Captain Nostrils!