Blake's 7-11
~ That is an awesome jacket Cally has on, and I want it. Like I want it NOW.
~ Evidentally we've started in medias res, because I have no fucking clue what's going on.
~ And so we meet the president. The president of EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL.
~ There's a castle with the Eiffel Goddamn Tower on top. Seriously, wtf?
~ Oh, he's the ex-President.
~ OMG, AVON. What are you wearing? Is that made of velvet and tin foil? Oh, poor baby. Jenna's wearing that top I like. MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF STARS.
~ Avon and Vila agree? And Vila is happy about it. :D
~ Hah, Blake just got all welsh all of a sudden.
~ Give me that can of Tab so that I can speak into it!
~ Ah, Avon's little tarty, "Thank you!"
~ I love the fucking cooler. It's just a fucking cooler. I expect they'll pull out some of their magical hacking dildos, and then pass Blake a can of beer from it.
~ This is the most shit climbing ever. You suck at climbing, Blake. Nice shot of your bum, though.
~ Why don't they ever look up? Guards never look up. Ever. WHY?
~ Cally just hard core killed some guy. Freakin' awesome. I <3 you Cally.
~ WHAT HAPPENED TO AVON? OH NO, WILL THEY BE ALRIGHT?!
~ Be brave, Vila. I know it's against your instincts, but I think you can do it.
~ Lookit Vila's little determined face!
~ "Goddamnit, it's Friday night, and we still don't have this set done." "Let's just take the set from City of Death and spray paint it silver." "Alright!" (Or, at least that's what this totally looks like).
~ Wait, so this president is GOOD.
~ "You two, 'round the rear!" THAT'S WHAT SHEEEEE SAID!
~ His bodyguard has a really large mouth.
~ POLITICS! YAY :D!
~ This is really well done...Well-written, well-directed, nice plot.
~ He's just a sad man who doesn't want to be a figurehead anymore. But he has to anyway. Oh, wow. This...this is really amazing.
~ Oh, shit. What's going on in the Liberator! At least they got teleported! But what about my woobie Avon????
~ WHAT THE FUCK? NO AVON CAN'T BE DEAD NO!
~ I'm quitting this show if Avon is dead. Fuck that shit.
~ Oh, good. They're not dead. Hello Avon. I've missed your shit.
~ JENNA! :(. DO NOT BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, JENNA. BAD!
~ HOLY SHIT, THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE MY DAD. This is creepy. My dad is trying to fuck Jenna. (Good job, dad.)
~ So the pres. was in on it? A little?
~ AVON THE 1337 HAXOR TO TEH RESCUE!!!!!!!!! At some point, I really need to record what the little song I'm singing sounds like, because everyone needs to be singing it when Avon does hacking stuff.
~ DAD! STOP TRYING TO SELL BLAKE FOR 13 MILLION CREDITS!
~ I really legitimately have family in the UK, and now I'm wondering if I'm related to this guy. We have this piccy of my dad's granddad and his brothers, and they all look the fucking same. Plus I look a lot like him. We have really dominant genes.
~ RAWR BLAKE, RAWR! Everyone's fighting, and it's kinda hot.
~ YOU SO HARDCORE JENNA!
~ "COMPANIONS FOR OUR DEATH!" Such a badass phrase.
~ LOOKIT AVON. SO COMMANDING! GOD, I LOVE YOU AVON! MARRY ME! AND INSULT ME!
~ OH SHE'S HIS DAUGHTER! WHAT A TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!
~ Blake just face groped Jenna. Jenna got face-groped by my dad too. Lots of face groping.
~ THE GIRLS JUST BITCHED OVER BLAKE GETTING HIT ON! OH TEE HEE!
~ Marc Zuber. Is the guy who looks just like my dad. Can't be related to me, though, cause he's Indian. We're not. We're Portuguesse, French, and British on that side. But trust me, the resemblance is pretty stunning.