| Captain Mal Reynolds ( @ 2005-11-14 19:10:00 |
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Captain's Log, Entry 40271
Her name was Lola. She was, by all accounts, a girl in a show of some sort. Let me tell you right here, straight from me to you, no bulldust, people, MAKE SURE you cast a wary eye over the neck - and most specifically, the Adam's Apple region - of any new and colourful "women"folk you happen to meet on your travels. Sometimes other planets shape 'em differently to us, sometimes their ways are not our ways, sometimes they have deceptively delicate features...
Anyway. Just thought I'd offer that piece of worldly advice, being the well-travelled gentleman I am.
One of you seems to have thought it would be funny to sew all my manly underdoos together. Jayne and River, I ain't looking at you, because if I do I'll get so overcome with rage because I KNOW it was you that I might just snap and do something I'll end up having to clean up later. Understand me?
That said, I'm still your captain and technically, your wellbeing and physical heath is of some mild relevance to me. Gorramit. Sigh, and such. On that note: Simon, I think Jayne's been eating... random things... again. Get your stomach pump and rubber gloves ready. Oh, I see you already have. Good work, Doc. Hmm, didn't know stomach pumps came in that shape... or with that many "speeds"... Oh well, just goes to show there's a lot about modern medicine a salf-o-the-earth cowpoke like me don't understand. Keep it up, Doc.