Ralph Snart
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« Reply #520 on: 02-01-2008 03:57 »
« Last Edit on: 02-01-2008 03:57 »
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SpaceCase
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Originally posted by Archonix:
Spacecase, you were well and truly licked.  Indeed. I couldn't find another pun if I lived nine lives...
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Ralph Snart
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Sounds like Krytes has cat scratch fever...
(Yeah, I know, that sucked.)
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Frisco17
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That actually sounds like it could be really good if it's done well.
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Archonix
Space Pope
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Just to tease you all some more.
“But how did you get here?”
Yancy was staring intently at him now, his fear subdued by curiosity and even a little anger, though Fry figured he was probably just seeing things. He stood up; Yancy followed a moment later, roughly grabbing Fry’s arm before he could walk away.
“Phil, I asked you a question.”
Phil again. It was weird hearing that name. “I got here the same way you did.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. If you were in the...” Yancy let go of Fry’s arm, suddenly very pale. “You were in that place with me? You could have let me out!”
“No I wasn’t. Look, Leela can explain it better than me, go ask her.”
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“Fry what the hell were you thinking, flirting with her like that?”
“What? Flirt... I wasn’t flirting!”
Leela’s only reply was an angry huff. She folded her arms and glared at Fry. “We’re in a new universe for less than three hours and you’re already trying to get into her pants. I expected better of you, Fry.”
“Come on, Leela, it’s nothing like that! She... look, she just likes me, that’s all.” He looked into Leela’s skeptical eye and tried to think of something that would appease her. “I didn’t even say anything to her!”
“I’ll put it down to the stress we’re under,” she said primly before marching away down the corridor. Fry scowled at her back.
“It’s not like you would care,” he grumbled once she was safely around the corner. After all, like he'd overheard her say, it wasn’t like anything between them would work... with a heartfelt sigh, Fry trekked after Leela, wondering what had gone wrong with his life and whether they’d ever get away from this crazy, mixed up universe.
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“Not me. Leela, my Leela, she thinks I’ve been trying to get this ever since we got here. I mean, I don’t even know you! Or... well, I do, but it’s a different you, so it’s not you, but it is... if... if you see what I mean?”
She paused in pouring herself another cup of tea to look at Fry with a delicate frown. Lord, even her frowns were hot. “Not really.”
“When she finds out-”
“So lets not tell her!” She leaned toward him, drifting in a scent of perfume and sweet green tea that insinuated its way into Fry’s hind-brain with barely a grunted greeting to his higher faculties. “It can be our little secret...”
Parallel Lives, Episode Two: Where I Belong
Coming Soon
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DrThunder88
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Did somebody here named Gordon Robertson send me and a bunch of other PEELers an email about corvus' fanfic?
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Ralph Snart
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Originally posted by DrThunder88:
Did somebody here named Gordon Robertson send me and a bunch of other PEELers an email about corvus' fanfic? That would be Gaschief who sent that. We've recently lost an older member due to cliquish behaviors on this board, Gassy's trying to appeal to PEELer's sense of decency and fair play to let Corvus know he was appreciated as a member of the board. If it wasn't so tearjerkingly sweet and simutaneously laughable, I'd ask Sweet Clyde to laugh derisively, consendering most members of PEEL don't know what the words "decency" and "fair play" are.
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