The redside team had a few good ones tonight
Acetone: Coming my adorable Lackey!
Panzer reveals some personal history, Ace is tactless, Jen shills for Crey.
Panzersoldat: Ach, I vatched that vith mein daughter.
Panzersoldat: Then she got killed.
Panzersoldat: Ah vell. Life in ze big vorld.
Acetone: Do not fret, her flames of villainy may not be extinguished yet. There is always Mad Science!
Panzersoldat: Vat?
Panzersoldat: Ach, this vas...years ago.
Acetone: Darkest sorcery?
Panzersoldat: ...nein, danke.
Panzersoldat: I am not much uv 'sorcery' fellow, ja?
Jen Etroica: subcontract.
Panzersoldat: Ehn. I vill live, danke.
Panzersoldat: Besides, I mean. Nazi science vas pretty gud for time.
Jen Etroica: probably safer.
Panzersoldat: Und cyborging tends to be the result uv reanimation, ja?
Panzersoldat: Und I am pretty sure she vould protest coming back vith ze metal parts.
Panzersoldat: Und, I mean, it vould be -really- avkvard to explain to mein granddaughter.
Acetone: Ah, there is always the quality of un-life issue.
Jen Etroica: Crey has an excellent line of biomimetic augmentation and replacements.
Panzersoldat: 'Sveetheart, your mama came back to life because granpapa vas sad.'
Panzersoldat: It has a certain. Erm. -Qvality- to it.
Acetone: There is of course dwelling too much in the past. That too may dim the flames of Villainy, though they are never quenched.
Panzersoldat: Uv course, mein granddaughter has kids uv her own now, so it vouldn't be qvite in those terms.
Ysrafel: Evil mastermind's beautiful daughter ALWAYS falls for the squarejawed hero
Panzersoldat: Ach, vat mastermind?
Panzersoldat: I am not mastermind. Und I -liked- her husband!
Panzersoldat: He vas accountant!
Panzersoldat: Pleasant man, safed me much time on taxes!
Panzersoldat: Und stop touchinkg me!
Panzersoldat: Play dead!
Acetone: Get your elbow out of my face and I'll consider it
Panzersoldat: I'm -playink dead-, you vapid nutbak.
--
"If Ace Books ever came out with an edition of The Bible, both books
would be edited down to 40,000 words, and they'd be renamed "Master of
Chaos" and "The Thing With Three Souls."
-- Terry Carr
Acetone: Coming my adorable Lackey!
Panzer reveals some personal history, Ace is tactless, Jen shills for Crey.
Panzersoldat: Ach, I vatched that vith mein daughter.
Panzersoldat: Then she got killed.
Panzersoldat: Ah vell. Life in ze big vorld.
Acetone: Do not fret, her flames of villainy may not be extinguished yet. There is always Mad Science!
Panzersoldat: Vat?
Panzersoldat: Ach, this vas...years ago.
Acetone: Darkest sorcery?
Panzersoldat: ...nein, danke.
Panzersoldat: I am not much uv 'sorcery' fellow, ja?
Jen Etroica: subcontract.
Panzersoldat: Ehn. I vill live, danke.
Panzersoldat: Besides, I mean. Nazi science vas pretty gud for time.
Jen Etroica: probably safer.
Panzersoldat: Und cyborging tends to be the result uv reanimation, ja?
Panzersoldat: Und I am pretty sure she vould protest coming back vith ze metal parts.
Panzersoldat: Und, I mean, it vould be -really- avkvard to explain to mein granddaughter.
Acetone: Ah, there is always the quality of un-life issue.
Jen Etroica: Crey has an excellent line of biomimetic augmentation and replacements.
Panzersoldat: 'Sveetheart, your mama came back to life because granpapa vas sad.'
Panzersoldat: It has a certain. Erm. -Qvality- to it.
Acetone: There is of course dwelling too much in the past. That too may dim the flames of Villainy, though they are never quenched.
Panzersoldat: Uv course, mein granddaughter has kids uv her own now, so it vouldn't be qvite in those terms.
Ysrafel: Evil mastermind's beautiful daughter ALWAYS falls for the squarejawed hero
Panzersoldat: Ach, vat mastermind?
Panzersoldat: I am not mastermind. Und I -liked- her husband!
Panzersoldat: He vas accountant!
Panzersoldat: Pleasant man, safed me much time on taxes!
Panzersoldat: Und stop touchinkg me!
Panzersoldat: Play dead!
Acetone: Get your elbow out of my face and I'll consider it
Panzersoldat: I'm -playink dead-, you vapid nutbak.
--
"If Ace Books ever came out with an edition of The Bible, both books
would be edited down to 40,000 words, and they'd be renamed "Master of
Chaos" and "The Thing With Three Souls."
-- Terry Carr