A crossover idea?
All the foreign language has hovertext!translation to English. Firefly just isn't the same without the random Chinese cursing, yes?
Normally, when faced with a horde of zombies, Jayne would have shot 'em all down with Vera. 'Course, seein' as how he had done that and was quickly running out of bullets, he was faced with quite a predicament.
"Hey, ugly!"
He jabbed back with his elbow an was rewarded by a soft grunt from the man at his back.
"Whaddya want, moron?"
"Runnin' low on ammo."
"Shit. Already?"
"Was shootin' up these things before you an' yer shiny green pigu came along, y'know."
Jayne's offended growl, which could make grown men cry in some parts of the galaxy, was met with an amused snort.
"Yeah, sure."
"Shut up an' juice me up, qingwa cao de liumang."
"Huh." There was a pause, accentuated by Vera's sudden clicking, signalling that she was out of bullets. Then, Guy laughed. "Never been called a that before."
"Yeah, well, only so many green things in the galaxy, y'know."
Jayne flicked a look backwards, matching Guy's grin with his own as Vera started spitting bullets again. And sure, the bullets were all glowy an' shit, but they tore through zombies as well as the other kind, so he wasn't gonna look gift ammo in the mouth.
"Yer not so bad, Gardner."
"Yeah, well, same to you."
And that was the end of the conversation because they were standing on a hill besieged by zombies, and, like any other men in possession of a functioning set of gaowan, they had better things to do.
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Meanwhile, Kyle and the newest member of the Corps were trying to figure out who could dispatch zombies in the most creative of fashions. Kyle thought he'd hit a stroke of genius when he'd come up with the herd of triceratops, but then River pulled out the death-clowns and all bets were off.
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Normally, when faced with a horde of zombies, Jayne would have shot 'em all down with Vera. 'Course, seein' as how he had done that and was quickly running out of bullets, he was faced with quite a predicament.
"Hey, ugly!"
He jabbed back with his elbow an was rewarded by a soft grunt from the man at his back.
"Whaddya want, moron?"
"Runnin' low on ammo."
"Shit. Already?"
"Was shootin' up these things before you an' yer shiny green pigu came along, y'know."
Jayne's offended growl, which could make grown men cry in some parts of the galaxy, was met with an amused snort.
"Yeah, sure."
"Shut up an' juice me up, qingwa cao de liumang."
"Huh." There was a pause, accentuated by Vera's sudden clicking, signalling that she was out of bullets. Then, Guy laughed. "Never been called a that before."
"Yeah, well, only so many green things in the galaxy, y'know."
Jayne flicked a look backwards, matching Guy's grin with his own as Vera started spitting bullets again. And sure, the bullets were all glowy an' shit, but they tore through zombies as well as the other kind, so he wasn't gonna look gift ammo in the mouth.
"Yer not so bad, Gardner."
"Yeah, well, same to you."
And that was the end of the conversation because they were standing on a hill besieged by zombies, and, like any other men in possession of a functioning set of gaowan, they had better things to do.
==
Meanwhile, Kyle and the newest member of the Corps were trying to figure out who could dispatch zombies in the most creative of fashions. Kyle thought he'd hit a stroke of genius when he'd come up with the herd of triceratops, but then River pulled out the death-clowns and all bets were off.
==
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.