Always enjoy seeing someone use “Donnybrook”. That’s a word that doesn’t get enough play in modern conversation.
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Tussle Tool? Altercation Apparatus? Donnybrook Doohickey?
HAHAHA! I love it! How about “Disagreement Device”?
We’re all going to feel like such a-holes when this turns out to be a documentary about sick kids who just want to ride in a talking car.
Never forget!
Venting the heat offboard only raises the aircraft’s visibility to heat-sealing sensors. Another option is to develop a thermal accumulator...
The winter holidays have a developed a life of their own, separate from whatever religious basis they originally…
Or did the very avoidable friendly-fire on Wells serve some purpose I’ve missed?
Phone greeting....“We are always hiring at Red Shirt Security temp agency, how may I help you?” .....
So people just generally took Olver’s word about DeeDee. Someone’s gonna ask how he got that information and the reformed billionaire playboy act just isn’t going to cut it.
“AoS as made by the Gotham team” would be hilarious. Or horrifying. Maybe both.
No, no. The best line was after Ward suggests Fitz might want to shoot Will for getting intimate with Simmons and Fitz says: “Grow up!”
You are wrong, Will was awesome. Dude survived 14 years on a hostile planet without going completely insane and kept Simmons alive, he deserved better.
WHOA.
I liked [paraphrasing]
You know, to quote Jojo, the ending of this episode was bullshit, but I’ll buy it. And the introduction of Wally was a genuine heartwarming moment.
Or JJ Abrams (TV not movies).
I’d throw in: “Do the show runners seem to have put some thought and work into their world building?” One of the things that drew me into Orphan Black really quickly is that they clearly took some time to understand how clones would be made, what a lab looks like, and other sciencey stuff that makes the show have a…
If he is, run. Run until you do not believe you can run another step, then continue to run. Run until you reach the end of the universe, then run through the barrier that greets you. Run until the breath in your lungs ceases and your heart quits beating but your body continues to propel you from the aborning…
Strange dystopias.