In memoriam:
Le Fantome d'Orleans -- 757 points.
Attributes: ST 11 [10]; DX 16 [120]; IQ 12 [40]; HT 12 [20].
Secondary Characteristics: Dmg 1d-1/1d+1; BL 24 lbs; HP 11 [0]; Will 12 [0]; Per 16 [20]; FP 12 [0]; Basic Speed 7.00 [0]; Basic Move 7 [0].
Social Background: CF Western [0]; Languages: English (Accented) [4], French (Native) [0].
Advantages: Appearance (Handsome) [12]; Dark Vision [25]; Fog (see below) [41]; Insubstantiality (Can Carry Objects, Heavy, +100%; Partial Change 2, +100%) [240]; Invisibility (Electromagnetic Vision; Accessibility, Only when Insubstantial, -10%; Environmental, Fog or mist, -10%; Switchable, +10%) [44]; Legal Enforcement Powers [10]; Military Rank 4 [20]; Patron (UN, 12 or less; Special Power, political influence, +50%) [90]; Reputation +3 ("IST member", Citizens of UN member nations, always) [10]; Silence 5 [25]; Unusual Background [50].
Disadvantages: Alcoholism [-5]; Code of Honor (Gentleman's) [-10]; Colorblindness [-10]; Duty (IST, 15 or less) [-15]; Enemy (Le Mangonel, 9 or less) [-5]; Intolerance (Germans) [-5]; Lecherousness (12) [-15]; Secret Identity [-10]; Sense of Dury (Humanity) [-15]; Sense of Duty (Teammates) [-5].
Quirks: Always walks with a swagger; Carries a perfumed handkerchief at all times; considers himself the last of the French aristocrats; enjoys pretending to be the ghost of a musketeer; enthusiastic gourmand and lover of fine wine. [-5].
Skills: Area Knowledge (Orleans) (IQ+3, E)-15 [8]; Artist (Painting) (IQ, H)-12* [8]; Camouflage (IQ+4, E)-16 [16]; Carousing (HT+2, E)-14 [4]; Dancing (DX-1, A)-15 [1]; First Aid (IQ+2, E)-14 [4]; Knife (DX+2, E)-18 [4]; Public Speaking (IQ, A)-12 [2]; Saber (DX+4, A)-20 [20]; Shield (Buckler) (DX+4, E)-20 [16]; Stealth (DX+4, A)-20** [1]; Streetwise (IQ+3, A)-15 [12]; Swimming (HT, E)-12 [1]; Teaching (IQ-1, A)-11 [1]; Throwing (DX-1, A)-15 [1]; Thrown Weapon (Knife) (DX+2, E)-18 [4].
*Includes -1 from Colorblindness.
** Includes +5 from Silence; +5 if motionless, +9 if invisible.
Fog: Obscure 7 (Vision; Area Effect, 8 yards, +150%; Drifting +20%; Extended, Ladar, +20%; Ranged, +50%) [41]

one of which is a 2 disk set entitled "The Best 80s Modern Rock Album... Ever" and it occured to me that some of these songs could make usful abilities for Doug. For instance:
Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
and the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the dj
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio
I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it's a riddle
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio
I wish I was in Tiajuana
Eating barbecued iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the dj
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio
Radio, radio,
Radio, radio...
(what does he say?)
**********************
The power is that all anyone in range can get on their radios is a mexican radio station, sort of Doug's version of a 'Goldfish Warning'
On a side note, the CD also has Dead or Alive's 'You Spin Me Round', which might explain how I got the song stuck in my head last week. 8P
__________________
That which does not kill us... has made its last mistake.
___________________________
"I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin

Al-Khadr -- 1169 points.
Attributes: ST 12 [20]; DX 14 [80]; IQ 12 [40]; HT 12 [20].
Secondary Characteristics: Dmg 1d-1/1d-2; BL 29 lbs; HP 27 [45]; Will 12 [0]; Per 12 [0]; FP 12 [0]; Basic Speed 6.50 [0]; Basic Move 6 [0].
Social Background: CF Islamic [0], Western [1]; Languages: Arabic (Native) [0], English (Accented) [4]; TL 8^ [0].
Advantages: Animate Plants (see below) [471]; Appearance (Handsome) [12]; Charisma +2 [10]; DR 30 (Switchable, +10%; Takes Extra Time, -10%; Uncontrollable, -10%) [135]; Detect (Plants; Plant Control, -10%) [18]; Doesn't Eat or Drink (Accessibility, Only in direct sunlight, -30%) [7]; High Pain Threshold [10]; Legal Enforcement Powers [10]; Military Rank 7 [35]; Patron (U.N., 12 or less; Special Power, political influence, +50%) [90]; Plant Control Talent 4 [20]; Plant Growth (see below) [40]; Regeneration (Fast; Accessibility, Only in direct sunlight, -30%) [35]; Reputation +3 (IST Member, citizens of UN-member nations, always) [10]; Status 3* [5]; Speak with Plants (Plant Control, -10%; Sapience, +40%) [20]; Unusual Background (Super) [50].
* Includes +2 from Rank.
Disadvantages: Code of Honor (Heroic) [-15]; Dependency (Exposure to direct sunlight, daily) [-15]; Duty (IST, 15 or less) [-15]; Enemy (Agents of fundamentalist Islamic governments, 6 or less) [-15]; Overconfidence (12) [-5]; Repuation -1 (Criminals, always) [-2]; Reputation -3 (Citizens and officials of UN-hostile governments and NGOs, always) [-7]; Sense of Duty (Humanity) [-15]; Sense of Duty (Teammates) [-5]; Vow (Annual pilgrammage to Mecca) [-10].
Quirks: Devout Moslem; hates the PLO and avoids PGIE diplomats; insists on plants in all public rooms of the embassy; keeps a stable of trees for riding; taciturn and quiet. [-5].
Skills: Administration (IQ+1, A)-13 [4]; Area Knowledge (Jordan) (IQ+1, E)-13 [2]; Area Knowledge (London) (IQ, E)-12 [1]; Area Knowledge (U.K.) (IQ, E)-12 [1]; Climbing (DX+1, A)-15 [4]; Computer Operation (IQ+1, E)-13 [2]; Driving (Automobile) (DX-1, A)-13 [1]; Framing (IQ+1, A)-13 [4]; History (United Nations) (IQ-1, H)-11 [2]; Karate (DX+1, H)-15 [8]; Knife (DX+2, E)-16 [4]; Leadership (IQ+4, A)-16* [8]; Public Speaking (IQ+3, A)-15* [4]; Savoir Faire (IQ+2, E)-14 [4]; Strategy (Supers) (IQ+2, H)-14 [12]; Survival (Forests) (IQ+3, A)-15 [12]; Tactics (IQ+2, H)-14 [12]; Thrown Weapon (Knife) (DX+2, E)-16 [4].
Animate Plants: Affliction 1 (HT; Accessibility, Only on plants, -25%; Area Effect 11[16] yards, +200%; Emanation, -20%; Independent, +40%; Link +20%; Negated Disadvantage, Sessile, +500%; Plant Control, -10%) [71] + Telekinesis 100 (Animation, -30%; Environmental, plants, -40%; Independent +40%; Link +20%; Plant Control, -10%) [400].
Plant Growth: Affliction 1 (HT; Accessibility, Only on plants, -25%; Advantage, Growth 3, +300%; Area Effect, 2 yards, +50%; Costs Fatigue, 3 per use, -15%; Plant Control, -10%) [40].
His Control Plants ability is basically using only the Telekinesis, rather than combining it with his frankly unlikely ability to allow plants to uproot themselves and move around. With 100 points of Telekinetic ST, he can animate around 5 trees of 16 inch thickness at any given time.
He could save 12 points by increasing his IQ to 13, dropping his Plant Control Talent to 2, and keeping everything else (except 1-point skills) at its current levels (22 if you also keep Per and Will at 12).

I can't remember exactly where it was mentioned, but Bob, you said you were looking for training songs for the Senshi. I thought this song would work well for Sailor Jupiter, as it references thunder, lightning, and wood.

Knock on Wood
I don't want to lose you, this good thing
that I got 'cause if I do
I will surely,
surely lose a lot.
'Cause your love is better
than any love I know.
It's like thunder and lightning,
the way you love me is frightening.
You better knock, knock on wood, baby.
I'm not superstitious about you
but I can't take no chance.
I got me spinnin', baby,
you know I'm in a trance.
'Cause your love is better
than any love I know.
It's like thunder and lightning,
the way you love me is frightening.
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby.
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock Baby
It's no secret about it,
'cause with this love in touch
she sees to it
that I get enough.
Fell her touch all over
you know it means so much.
It's like thunder and lightning,
the way you love me is frightening.
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby.
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think you better knock, knock, knock on wood
There are several versions of this song, but the one I'm familiar with is off of the Pure Disco cd. (yeah, I like disco. We all have our pecadillos)

About the only thing that doesn't fit is that Faith mst certainly can hit - the question I suppose would be when Doug would meet her to base a simalcrum song on her if he's there during the Glory season, unless Fanfic Research no Jutsu has failed me and Faith is in fact present during that time frame.

Quote:

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Jane says
I'm done with Sergio
He treats me like a ragdoll
She hides
The television
Says I don't owe him nothing,
But if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me
Or just
Try again tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Gonna kick tomorrow
Jane says
Have you seen my wig around?
I feel naked without it
She knows
They all want her to go
But that's O.K. man
She dont like them anyway
Jane says
She's goin away to spain
When she gets my money saved
I'm gonna start tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Gonna kick tomorrow
She gets mad
Starts to cry
She takes a swing but
She cant hit
She don't mean no harm
She just don't know
What else to do about it
Jane goes
To the store at 8:00
She walk up on St. Andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket
Jane says
I've never been in love
I don't know what it is
Only knows if someone wants her
I want them if they want me
I only know they want me
She gets mad
And she starts to cry
She takes a swing man
She cant hit!
She don't mean no harm
She just dont know
What else to do about it
Jane says
Jane says

---

note: probably riddled with more holes and errors than my old socks, and woefully incomplete even as a bunch of disjointed notes, but I just sat down and wrote the idea out of my head for peace of mind.
This week on, 'What could have happened to Incarna, but didn't ...'
Incarna: Knight Errant
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away ...

... so there I was, waking up with a bunch of fresh new memories batting themselves around my noggin and ending up in the consistency of freshly scrambled eggs.
Not exactly a good thing, considering the situation ... well, considering the stars outside the window, the blaring alarms, the red lighting ... kinda reminded me of the bad old days and Genaros that way, but back then I was in a form that could actually function in hard vacuum.
Damnit, I was just getting used to the angel body, too. Oh well, this one wasn't all that bad. Male. That was one plus point. Adult. That was another. In reasonably good shape. Number three. Goatee. How ... cliche.
My attempt at taking stock of myself and my surroundings was interrupted by the door behind me opening, admitting a guy who looked like a DI.
Well, from the pissed off expression on his face, he did.
***
Guy's name turned out to be Trask Ulgo, and I was close about the DI thing. What I could recall told me I was a soldier in some man's army ... well, no.
Republic. The Republic. As in, pre-Empire Star Wars Republic. During the Sith Wars ... or whatever these were called.
And I was a grunt. Joy. Rapture. Feel the love.
I was getting a little sick of wars by then, if you're interested in knowing the reason for my grumpiness.
It was almost automatic. I let the body and memories do their thing, Trask and I working our way through the ship ... Endar Spire ... could have been worse, I guess. Could have been a grunt in an Aliens setting. That would have sucked.
Grenade here, blaster burst there. Alright, the body was in better than good shape. I don't know if it was something that bled over from the Battlemover thing, but this whole aim and pull the trigger bit? Seemed easy enough to do. Especially since the enemy was nice enough to wear armor that, while it may have been somewhat protective, also screamed 'I'm a target, please shoot me!'.
Then the going got rougher, and we were greeted with twin electric hisses that ... well, the sound seemed familiar.
Two Jedi, well, a Jedi and Sith - either that, or those were real fancy glowsticks - were in the process of trying to eviscerate one-another in the middle of a corridor, with blaster bolts flying around and ...
The carabine was at my shoulder, instinct bringing it to bear on the duelling pair, but I couldn't get a shot. And even if I could, there was no guarantee the Sith wouldn't deflect it.
I wanted a railgun, damnit. Then something in my mind went click, my aim shifted, and motion around me seemed to slow down. Trask was about to pull me into cover when a blaster bolt damn near singed the side of my face.
I changed aim, waited an eyeblink until the lightsabers were about the clash ...
And shot the Sith in the foot.
It proved enough a distraction to let the Jedi hit home with a swing of her energy blade ...
Blaster bolt from a Sith trooper rebounding, hitting some volatile material standing against one wall, stretching out a hand ...
Next thing I knew, Trask was pulling me down and momentum of _something_ in motion hitting me was pushing me down at the same time, my carabine was clattering to the floor, my arms were full of female Jedi still squawking in surprise as the part of the hallway she'd been fighting the Sith in was engulfed in the momentary inferno of an explosion.
Okay, reality check. That had felt suspiciously like using the AT Field had back when I'd been wearing a Kaworu suit. Well, similarly enought to that, anyway. I'd just managed telekinesis.
Oh, this was great, I was a Force Sensitive stuck in the middle of a war led by two opposing philosophies on the use of that sort of sensitivity.
Again, could have been worse. Could have ended up as Rand al'Thor.
I dislodged the Jedi from my lap, and managed to get Trask to snap out of his mild daze by virtue of knocking my knuckles against his forehead.
The Jedi was somewhere between stupified, incredulous, and downright inquisitorial towards me ... up to and until I pointed out that this was so much not the time or place for questions.
***
Taris:
"Alright, we've got to get that accelerator from the Black Vulkars. It's the only chance to save Bastilla," Carth said, leading them towards the entrance to the Undercity.
"Somehow, the supposed savior of the Republic getting napped by a gang of street toughs doesn't fill me with confidence," I grumbled. Trask seemed to agree.
***
After rescuing Bastilla:
"... you will look at me when I'm talking to you, soldier!"
"Can't." I muttered.
"Oh, and why, pray tell, can you not?" Bastilla Shan's eyes narrowed.
"Honestly? Because if I did, I'd be overwhelmed by the intense desire to punch your lights out. You're by far the most annoying person I've ever met. And that's saying something, since I've been hanging around Onasi for the past week."
I _think_ Kanna laughed in the background. I _know_ Mission did.
***
Dantooine:
"Ordo, you're in charge," I said, slipping on my combat gear.
"_What_?!" Onasi jerked as if slapped. "You're going to trust the ship to that ... that ... Mandalorian?!"
"No, actually, I'm going to trust it to that mercenary. The fact that he's Mandalorian is just a bonus. Better than putting it in the hands of a revenge blinded idealist."
***
"Wow."
"Ah, I see you realize how grave the situation is. It is fortunate that you managed to convince Juhani to return to the Order," the Jedi Master told me.
I shook my head. "No, I meant I can't believe you're sprouting this sort of bullshit in my face without as much as a twitch of discomfort. You confirm that you basically set up your own student for a severe case of mental trauma and fall to the Dark Side, then used her as a _training excercise_, which could have gotten someone who was by all rights your responsibility killed. Then, you expect me to just keel over and join your little club med without as much as a voice of objection to that ..."
"Now see here ...!"
"I think I do. And I think you never have. Good bye, good riddance, and have a nice life. Preferably a short one."
"Stop!"
Alright, so it was more the three Knights blocking the doorway than the voice of the Master that kept me from strolling out.
"I'm afraid we cannot just let you leave. Someone of your potential going unchecked ... you can imagine the devastation that would occur if the Sith got their hands one you, yes?"
I held up a hand, holding a small cylinder, thumb resting on top of it. "The question you should be asking yourself right now isn't that. It's whether you can imagine the devastation that the explosive charges set throughout the compound will cause when I push this button here."
***
"You threatened to blow up the Enclave," Kanna hissed accusingly.
"Your point being?" I shrugged. "I was merely defending my rights to free will and my own decision. What the hell are you still doing here, anyway? I thought you'd be staying down there with the Queen Bitch."
"Oh, har. Like you're getting rid of me that easy. I still want to know who and what the hell you are, and I'll find out even if it kills me!"
"Wonderful, now calm down or go bug Canderous, I'm trying to navigate here. Or better yet, go talk to Juhani. She could use someone who'd be willing to do that without just passing judgement right now."
***
Tatooine:
"What are _you_ doing here?" Bastilla Shan almost spat.
"Star Map," I replied, brushing past her on the way out of the settlement.
"How did you know about that?!"
"Please, give me some credit. The sort of waves those ruins on Dantooine were putting out? Among other things. I went and checked it out before threatening to go all bang bang on them. It isn't hard to guess why your pretty little Council wanted me muzzled and collared."
***
"Your brother?"
Mission nodded. Damnit. She looked like a kitten who'd just been kicked. I grumbled. I groaned. I sighed in disgust and gave up.
"Alright, alright already. This is coming out of your cut."
***
"A little diplomacy goes a long way," I shrugged.
"I wouldn't call breaking that Tusken's arms and legs as an example of what insults would have you do 'diplomacy'. How the hell did you keep them off you after you did that, anyway?" Trask shook his head.
"Query: I too would like to know that, Master. It seemed a uniquely useful technique." the assassin droid they'd bought at the local trader's place joined in the conversation
"Nothing like a little Absolute Terror effect being put to good use."
Kanna gave me a 'look' that managed to relay disapproval well enough. Shan was far more vocal, and far less welcome.
"You're talking about people, and I use the term loosely, who'd have gladly killed us off and strung us up just because we happen to live in the same world as they do," I deadpanned. "In fact, I distinctly remember quite a few of them trying to do just that. The only thing I regret is that we put in that much effort to save a little shithead like that."
Mission looked away, eyes tearing up, and I received a slap to the back of the head. Juhani was glaring at me.
"You're a bastard, you know that?" the blue Twi'lek girl asked, before turning on her heel and retreating from the main room of the Ebon Hawk.
"Yeah," I sighed. "Yeah, I know."
***
"I know, it's just that ... he's still my brother, you know?" I'd managed to find mission a few minutes later, curled up in a ball, sobbing lightly.
"Not really," I shrugged. "I'm an only child. Look, I was being an ass, but we've got Sith on our tails, who knows what else going after this Star Map thing, everything about the Republic falling apart as we speak ... for better or worse, the crew is my responsibility, and the longer this takes the more of a chance there is of one of you dying. I'd like that not to happen."
"That ... that's no excuse," she said.
"Mission, I'm not going to lie to you just to make you feel better. The Tuskens were fully willing to kill anyone on their so called land. What if one of the crew had died?"
"I know! I know he's not the most honest person out there, I know his scams, but ..." she shivered, and continued in a small voice. "He's the only family I remember having."
***
snip
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm

Now as some may have gathered from my previous song postages, I don't have much lets say musical culture nowse beyond that of Elvis, Poplular Movie soundtracks, 80's and tunes that are just embedded in everyday life nowadays - like the batch of classical background music to Bugs's funniest moments that are now ringtones (something Raymond Scott's Powerhouse has escaped). I am trying to resolve the situation slowly and send Amazon's Recommondations for me to odd places. Musically, I'm probably somewhere over Souskey Sagura and an Australlian Teenager in the 50's; but never mind that on to the song suggestion of the post.
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Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today,
We touched ground on an international runway
Jet propelled back home, from over the seas to the U.S.A.
New York, Los Angeles, oh, how I yearned for you
Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
Let alone just to be at my home back in ol St. Lou.
Did I miss the skyscrapers, did I miss the long freeway?
From the coast of California to the shores of Delaware Bay
You can bet your life I did, till I got back to the U.S.A.
Looking hard for a drive-in, searching for a corner caf
Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day
Yeah, and a juke-box jumping with records like in the U.S.A.
Well, Im so glad Im livin in the U.S.A.
Yes. Im so glad Im livin in the U.S.A.
Anything you want, we got right here in the U.S.A.
Chuck Berry - Back In The USA
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I'm thinking - and forgive the Potterness - instant apperation from anywhere not America to America, destination, possibly to a targeted location but with higher likelyhood of being a location in any place mentioned in the song, with higher probablity factors on arriving in Chattanooga (Loony Toons influence) and St. Louis (Either being due to Chuck's home or some other cosmic reason).
--Rod.H (who writes like Jeremy Clarkson in his head)
"I must watch less Top Gear, I'm writing like Clarkson...but were else can I get me expensive car fix from?"

Just to keep things straight in my writing, I've been maintaining a list of the songs that Doug can use for powers. I started with the list that Bob posted here quite a while ago, and have added songs that have shown up in official Steps, songs that have shown up in Staggers and that Bob didn't disallow, and songs that Bob's smiled upon in The Game...
This copy of the list is grouped by general class of effect, and was last updated on 27 July 2007.
(New songs in the 27 July update: Blue, Eiffel 65; Brilliant Road to Tomorrow, angela; Everybody Wants To Be A Cat, Phil Harris; I've Got You Under My Skin, Frank Sinatra; Lovecats, The Cure; Move Your Dead Bones, Dr. Reanimator; Pioneers, Bloc Party; Pulled Up, the Talking Heads; Southern Cross, Crosby Stills Nash & Young; The Streak, Ray Stevens; Talk to the Animals, (unknown); Who Made Who, AC/DC. Many more to come yet. Some copyright information also added to existing entries.)
Copyright information for each song is included where known.

Understandably he's already got a lightning based attack, but I thought of this as more of an Area of Effect power than the more fine tuned Lightning Hand. Although given the lyrics it could be more of an immunity power.
Sneaker Pimps- Lightning Field
Strike you down give me everything youve got
Strike me down Ill be everything Im not
Count the questions on one hand you dont ask me what I planned
Strike me down should have asked me what went wrong
Strike me down should have stayed away too long
Strike me down give it everything youve got
Chance me now Ill be everything Im not
Hopes the child of what luck brings
Points the faith in higher things
Ask me now fire at everything at once
Strike me down take it any way you want
Strike me down better left it all unknown
Shout me down should have left it all alone
Wash the questions off my hands
Im the fate in no ones plans
Strike me down give it everything youve got
Strike me down Ill be everything Im not---------------
-Jon
Being the Mariner hitting coach is like being the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.
-Poster on USSMariner.com
---
Jon
"And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"

because I really put some effort into it before deciding to avoid poking the political argument any further.... but as this doesn't actually identify any political figures or parties (because frankly there's isn't anyone in US politics that does have my respect) hopefully it won't touch off anything on its own. Just remember, it's actually talking about YOUR opponents, and sing along.
I rather expect the tune should be obvious, and yes, this is inspired by some lines in Redliners by... er... David Drake I think? The Hammer's Slammers guy.

What's the one thing you can trust to get from government?
F U C
K E D
A G A I N
Fucked again! (What, again?)
Fucked again! (Yup, again!)
Turn around and grab your knees and count to ten!
Spin the pork and blow hot air and bang the po-dee-em
F~ U~ C~
(See? What'd I tell ya.)
K~ E~ D~
(Do it every time...)
A~ G~ A~ I~ N~~
- CDSERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
Dr. Akagi will recover. Observe, Rei smiled. Shinji-kun, are these your clothes?
Ritsuko shot up like a spring loaded meerkat. What? Shinji-kun is naked?
See, Anata? Dr. Hentai is alive and well. - Innortal's _I Do_
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows