Has everyone stopped bitching yet?

I have missed four fucking Old Firms, y'know. Four. I have no idea why this is relevant, but fuck, this place could do with some live sport. Might stop you guys making your own ( Read more... )

I shot Dr Crane. He's dead. If anyone says he deserved it, I'll punch them. He wasn't himself, neither was I, and even so. Shouldn't have shot the bloke ( Read more... )

[This is after the water's subsided. Paddy's just snapped. All those issues of his were never going to end well. You won't get much of an answer out of him and he'll be like this until someone comes and gets him. That is, curled up in the corner of his cell, drenched and quietly singing to himself, continually pressing buttons on his communicator ( Read more... )

SPOCK. Don't piss off. You're yet to phaser me and I've got to collect the set.

[Private to Uhura]Right, here's the fucking deal ( Read more... )

I'm in the mood to punch something. Volunteers can report to the gym in ten minutes.

[long pause]

For a fair fight, that is. Christ on a bike, I'm not going to beat someone up. Unless the skinny wizard shows, but then that's his own damn fault.

[Private to McCoy]

I want a word with you. Make it several words.

[Private to Uhura]Don't even ( Read more... )

Okay, so who was the fucking baby?

[Private to Uhura]

I'm going to the fucking pub. I'm getting a bottle of whiskey.

You're not stopping me. You just are fucking not. Neither is this goddamn barge.

[Private to West]Who the fuck was that fucker in your place? Because I ought to punch the bastard ( Read more... )