The guy taking the tickets was actually pretty impressed and congratulatory until the manager made him count them. That pretty much ended the conversation.

My childhood actually has some relevance for once.

Someone needs to get in touch with Topher Grace.

All these worlds are yours, except Europa. Attempt no ski jumps there.

Whether or not you *actually* call it Grond, I'm going to pretend that you do.

Just think how wonderful it would have been for Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to team up with a gun-totin' raccoon.

Could it be that the Bible, being a compilation of 2000 years of various tribal writings, could be many things at once?

Well, at least you probably keep her happy.

I feel like he's about to go for my throat.

Wincest!

That was indeed exactly as funny as I expected.

Hey, closure is important.

I guess he's not that fucking metal after all.

This guy is so fucking metal.

The Signifyin' Francos would be a great band name.

I'm not sure I could watch Sean Bean in a movie where he doesn't (indeed, can't) die.

*chuckles a bit, then starts to laugh hysterically, finally collapses and dies*

I bet it was Mr. Rogers.

Nice try, Dent May.

Nice try, Dent May.