Byron In Exile
Frederick Fucking Chopin
- Joined
- May 3, 2002
- Posts
- 66,591
"So, do you really believe all that bilge you were spewing on the wireless?"
"Bilge?"
"Angels. The angels walking among us. Angels helping out our better nature, blah blah blah..."
"Yeah, I do as a matter of fact."
"And you've seen these angels for yourself?"
"With alarming regularity."
"Regularity. That must be important when you're full of crap."
"Well, that's charming. Absolutely charming. And you are entitled to your opinion, obviously. Who are you by the way, again?"
"Me? I'm a dead chick. That's who."
"Alright, and I'm full of crap..."
"No, I mean it. I'm dead. As in six-feet-under dead. Dead as in crash-landed burned-to-a-crisp dead. Here. I took these off my body, what was left of it, anyway, on Earth. Take 'em. You used to be a scientist. Run some tests. Pull out the old Cylon detector, do whatever you need to do because I have no idea. The only thing I know for sure? — I'm not an angel."
"Bilge?"
"Angels. The angels walking among us. Angels helping out our better nature, blah blah blah..."
"Yeah, I do as a matter of fact."
"And you've seen these angels for yourself?"
"With alarming regularity."
"Regularity. That must be important when you're full of crap."
"Well, that's charming. Absolutely charming. And you are entitled to your opinion, obviously. Who are you by the way, again?"
"Me? I'm a dead chick. That's who."
"Alright, and I'm full of crap..."
"No, I mean it. I'm dead. As in six-feet-under dead. Dead as in crash-landed burned-to-a-crisp dead. Here. I took these off my body, what was left of it, anyway, on Earth. Take 'em. You used to be a scientist. Run some tests. Pull out the old Cylon detector, do whatever you need to do because I have no idea. The only thing I know for sure? — I'm not an angel."
