I asked. You asked. I answer.
I don't know if you all recall this post, but I've answered what I've recieved. Some are answered in story format while others are...not s'much.
The List:
1] Jo Lupo - Eureka
2] Jack O’Neill - Stargate
3] Jack Dalton - MacGuyver
4] Remington Steele - Remington Steele
5] John McClain - Diehard
6] Cameron Fry - Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
7] Zoe Washburn - Firefly
8] Virginia Lewis - 10th Kingdom
9] Mary Poppins - Mary Poppins
10] Gaz - Invader Zim
If the even-numbered characters ganged up to fight the odd-numbered characters, who would win and why? [The teams: Jo Lupo, Jack Dalton, John McClain, Zoe Washburn, and Mary Poppins versus Jack O’Neill, Remington Steele, Cameron Fry, Virginia Lewis, and Gaz.]
No one was quite sure what happened, when, how or especially why. All the team knew was that they had been pinned in a back corner and their survival depended on their becoming friends, or at least allies. Jo Lupo had merely been doing a basic patrol around the perimeter when she was grazed on the shoulder. From behind a low wall came a victorious “ha!” Knowing she had little to no solid cover, Lupo darted and rolled several yards before ducking into an abandoned bunker space.
In doing so, she found herself in an eight by eight pit with no ceiling and two other people. Brief introductions were shared and Lupo smiled darkly at the company. One was a rough cop who had been in a number of tight situations and always come through. Another was a soldier who had fought in a war and never let up training. For sure, Jo, John and Zoe would be a formidable team.
As they strategized, a wailing cry came from beyond the south wall. It grew louder and clumsy footsteps were heard. There was a grunt as the person leaped and appeared over the wall, tucking and rolling upon landing. He spryly leapt up as he stopped, holding his hands up. “Whoa, now! I’m with you! I’m with you!” Dalton pointed to a colored tag on his upper arm. “We’re all friends here.”
“Not for long, with our luck.” John peered over the wall, offering the opponents a brief target of his shining head. A round was fired, but missed horribly and he dropped down. On the other side they heard a gruff voice saying, “For crying out loud--you’ve got to squeeze the trigger, Virginia. Squeeze.”
Zoe rolled her eyes and checked her ammo. “Don’t give up too easily, John. I’d say there’s hope yet.” Shoving her gun back together she popped up, aimed and shot.
“I’ve been shot? Of course I’ve been shot. Of course. Of course. DAMMIT.”
“Was that the kid in the red and white jersey?”
“Yes.”
“Now we have to sit and listen to him piss and moan until this is over and we can shut him up.”
The kid’s voice drifted over as he muttered to himself. “You know, it figures that this would happen. Though I can’t say I’d ever expected this. Until today, of course. Any other day I would have figured it would have been a quiet disease that would cause me gross amounts of pain because of something Ferris did. Something tropical, probably. Maybe rat-based.”
“Now we’re down to four. That Brit, the other soldier, and those two girls.” Zoe said.
“Doesn’t that little girl have that metal suit? How are we supposed to get her? I’ve never seen anything like that before.” John rifled through his pockets for more ammo, smearing red stickiness across his face as he wiped his nose with his arm.
“I have.” Lupo was nonplussed. “But I don’t have my usual arsenal.”
“Just leave that to me. Jack Be Quick messenger and transportation services at your, eh, service!” Jack stood, grinning manically as he opened his leather bomber jacket to reveal a coil of rope and several grenades. “Jack Be Quick will supply all your demands. Somebody needs to secure this end. I’ll take the other across and tie it off then dance around in a surprising display of agility.”
On the outside, Jack O’Niell scowled. He had no idea how he had been partnered with Virginia and though she could move silently, her lack of proficiency with firearms was growing tiresome. He heard the jersey-boy go down not long before. The jersey-boy must have been partnered with Steele. Now there was a boon. Smart, fast and decent with a gun. Unfortunately they had been cut off since pinning the four in the pit. Who were they missing?
Gaz sped by, her suit’s wind bowling both Jack and Virginia over. Inside she was tapping madly at the buttons and keys her father had so cleverly designed. The fat man with the stupid leather coat had been her main target for some time now, but he somehow always managed to escape. “NOW YOU WILL PAY, FAT MAN.” She screamed, flying toward Dalton.
With no warning, a rope sprung up and tripped her suit, sending her flailing into a tree and then a wall. Zoe and Lupo immediately peppered her with fire, immobilizing the suit. Taking advantage of the added distraction, John chucked two grenades to where he had last seen O’Niell and Virginia. There were twin explosions and considerable cursing.
“Don’t think this is over, McClain. We’re still mostly intact.”
“Oh, it’ll be over soon, jerkwad.”
Just then, the sky split with thunder and rain began to pour down. The three military fighters in the pit laughed in exasperation before beginning to slip from their hiding place. Lupo slid silently to the edge to peer around, leaning a few inches and finding a muzzle touching her nose. Jack O’Niell’s smug face was the background to the image. “Well hello, Jo.”
More cursing ensued.
“Now that is quite enough!” said a stern voice from no particular direction. Zoe took her chance as Jack glanced around, charging into Jo, and tripping him as she ran past. Dalton was about to come to the rescue but was halted by the cold steel circle pressed into his back.
“I wouldn’t move too much, mate. I’ve got a trigger finger that’s feeling a tad twitchy.” Steel smirked.
“You’ve seen too many movies.”
“No such thing.”
“Oh, for goodness sakes.” Mary Poppins stepped from a high branch in a nearby tree, completely dry and put together as she jauntily held her umbrella and floated down. Upon landing she snapped her fingers and two guns went off, taking out both Steele and O’Neill. Virginia wandered in from the other side with John gently guiding her with his weapon.
“Lose something, O’Neill?”
“Honestly. I’ve had enough of this gallivanting. It is raining now and we should all get inside to dry up.”
“Come on! We had you guys pinned the entire time! That is not fair, calling her in the end.” Jack rolled over and wiped paint off his face.
“So you did team up on us! I thought we agreed on no allies.” Jo growled.
“Did we?” O’Niell offered a roguish grin and helped both Jo and Zoe up.
“Come now, spit spot! Don’t forget to take your medicine. It is quite wet and cold out here and we don’t want anyone getting ill from damp feet!”
[The end result-odds win because of Lupo and Zoe’s incredible training, Dalton and John’s invincible luck, and, of course, Mary Poppins. She’s practically perfect in everyway.]
If 2, 4, 8 and 9 where to play D&D, what kind of characters would they be?
Jack O’Neill is a warrior without a doubt. Probably would have a shadowy past as a high-ranking officer, specializing in covert tactics and…coercion. Depending on the campaign, he may be chaotic good or neutral good. I’m leaning toward the former.
Remington Steele would be a ranger of some sort, most likely a slippery bard who has a habit of comparing all situations with myths he knows about people such as Humphrey Bogart or Gary Cooper. He would also have a nasty habit of filching shiny objects of serious value. And he’d be good at it. Neutral Good, most likely.
Virginia Lewis might try her hand at some magic, being sick of always having it act upon her. A wizard of no special talent, she would prove to be useful if obnoxious at times and end most of her battles in a surprisingly lucky roll. Lawful Good, little one.
Mary Poppins is no DnD player. She’s the DM. Remember: Don’t ever make the DM mad. EVER.
What happened when #1 and #7 competed against each other in that weird Japanese game show?
It is the final round of the extreme challenge. Zoe is currently giving her husband, out in the second round and retired to the wounded bench, a nasty look. The least he could have done for getting them into this was to have lasted longer. Across from her, on the opposing side of the pool of suspiciously purple water, stands Jo. Jo is also casting a nasty look toward the wounded bench, where Tag sheepishly pretends that he can’t see through his face cast.
A bell dings and both Jo and Zoe take off. They leap from fake log to fake rock to fake alligator across the purple lake, each slipping but recovering in time. Jo is the first to make it out of the water and onto the rest of the course, a treacherous climb up a plaster mountain to obtain the Golden Monkee Knit Cap. She must dodge falling rocks and avoid being taken out by Big Foot, Turkey Neck and Jimmy the Hobo while simultaneously figuring out how she is to grab the cap and get it to the center of the lake where a large light-up Mike Nesmith Statue awaits. After taking out Big Foot and sending Turkey Neck packing, Jo chances a glance at Zoe and is alarmed to see her opponent has already taken out the Abominable Snow Man, Sulley the Monster and is working on Bloaty the Pizzahog.
Damn.
Turning back to the task at hand, Jo launches herself to the side, successfully avoiding a boulder but running into Jimmy the Hobo’s shopping cart. This knocks her to the ground, but she is comforted by the peripheral sight of Zoe trying to figure out how to get around the enormous pig before her. In one fell movement, Jo flips around and pushes her self up while forcing Jimmy down. She stretches and grabs the hat, finally landing in the shopping cart and careening downwards at remarkable speed. The cart hits the lip around the edge of the lake and she is sent into the purple water.
Zoe, by this time, has used Bloaty as a device to climb and reach the silver cap on her side. Turning, she notes that Lupo has returned to the lake and chooses to also utilize her final attacker to make her return. Tripping the beast, she forces it into a roll and nimbly hops on top, balancing herself with a fast backpedal as it picks up speed. When Bloaty hits the lip, she jumps toward the statue, bracing herself for impact.
Both Taggart and Wash are watching, enraptured. They gasp with the crowd as both women reach the statue at the same time but slide into the water. A buzzer goes off, alerting everyone that time has run out.
Smiling as wide as humanly possible [perhaps even more so], the announcer rides a sort of cherry picker-platform to the center of the lake and assists the women to their feet with him. Through a translator he announced that neither of the women would get the grand prize [the fit is go] but rather each would receive a consolation gift of a can of baked beans.
As one, Jo and Zoe look toward their respective men and crack their knuckles.
And why did #5 steal bibles from 8, 4, and 2?
John did not actually steal Bibles. What he did, in a fit of frustration after the paintball game, was empty several crates that had been labeled “Bibles” but were actually contraband paintball equipment for the next match and fill them with small explosive packs of day-glo paint that only comes off after fifty two and a half washings.
I heard a rumor that #3 and #10 ran off to Vegas and got hitched. Why did they do this?
That is, in fact, just a rumour. Jack did, however, take Gaz with him to Vegas because he was threatened to. Apparently there was a new Vampire Piggy Hunter game being released that night in a hotel. Neither could ever satisfactorily explain how the Preacher Elvis managed to get his way into the plane.
If #3, #6 and #10 joined powers, like the Power Rangers, what kind of super being would they be, and what could they do with that power?
Jack Dalton would lend the power of shiftiness and child-like abandon. Steele would add more shiftiness but with a hefty dose of smarm and wit. Gaz would throw in a dose of maniacal genius, complete impatience and a totally overbearing power of domination. In the end, it would be a creature that could slip into anything, conversation, home or relationship, unnoticed, charm its way out of any trouble and then eventually rule the world.
I’m scared.
What color (figuratively) is #1?
A strangely beautiful cocktail of different tans. She can shift from the lusty tan of an extremely attractive young woman who can kill you with her pinky [or the gun she hides in her garter] to the camouflage tan of a dangerous soldier-warrior who can kill you with anything at all, ever.
What did you do with #5?
Perchance this answer should not be revealed to the public. It or any similarly formatted questions involving numbers two, three, four and six.
If #6 and #10 were riding in a bullet train headed from Scotland towards Paris at 2:22 pm, and #4 and #7 were headed on a 2:24 bullet train from Rome to Paris, which train is prettier and is the food better?
Being that Mary Poppins would never tolerate a tack train and Cameron comes from a family with considerable means, I would say that the train from Scotland will be more tastefully decorated. However, Steel and Zoe, though currently trying to sneak their way past some rather officious slimeballs, will be treated to the better meal since it will not involve haggis.
Would 4 and 8 ever become romantically involved?
There may be some idle flirting or suggestive eyebrow raises, but no. Virginia may have a thing for tall, dark and handsome, but Steele is not her kind of smarm. She has a thing for the men with the wolf in them. Steele’s more of a fox and is already distracted by another petite brunette.
What kind of ice cream would 6 like?
None. He is most likely lactose intolerant. Or at least believes it to the point that he can no longer enjoy the clean tastiness that is a sterile, white, vanilla.
Out of 2, 3, 5, 7, who is the strongest, fastest and most heroic? In the runnings: Jack O’Neill, Jack Dalton, John McClain, and Zoe Washburn.
Strongest goes to John McClain because, though he came close, he never actually died. Sorry O’Neill.
Fastest is probably Zoe. She’s lithe. And she’s gotten pretty used to having to run away from Mal’s messes.
Most heroic? I’m not even going to try. But if you go for heroism on the largest scale it’ll be Jack O’Neill because he saves the universe.
Jack Dalton, I still love you.
Rank 1, 9, 10 in order of most attractive and/or appealing. In the running: Jo Lupo, Mary Poppins and Gaz.
Lupo.
No comment.
The List:
1] Jo Lupo - Eureka
2] Jack O’Neill - Stargate
3] Jack Dalton - MacGuyver
4] Remington Steele - Remington Steele
5] John McClain - Diehard
6] Cameron Fry - Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
7] Zoe Washburn - Firefly
8] Virginia Lewis - 10th Kingdom
9] Mary Poppins - Mary Poppins
10] Gaz - Invader Zim
If the even-numbered characters ganged up to fight the odd-numbered characters, who would win and why? [The teams: Jo Lupo, Jack Dalton, John McClain, Zoe Washburn, and Mary Poppins versus Jack O’Neill, Remington Steele, Cameron Fry, Virginia Lewis, and Gaz.]
No one was quite sure what happened, when, how or especially why. All the team knew was that they had been pinned in a back corner and their survival depended on their becoming friends, or at least allies. Jo Lupo had merely been doing a basic patrol around the perimeter when she was grazed on the shoulder. From behind a low wall came a victorious “ha!” Knowing she had little to no solid cover, Lupo darted and rolled several yards before ducking into an abandoned bunker space.
In doing so, she found herself in an eight by eight pit with no ceiling and two other people. Brief introductions were shared and Lupo smiled darkly at the company. One was a rough cop who had been in a number of tight situations and always come through. Another was a soldier who had fought in a war and never let up training. For sure, Jo, John and Zoe would be a formidable team.
As they strategized, a wailing cry came from beyond the south wall. It grew louder and clumsy footsteps were heard. There was a grunt as the person leaped and appeared over the wall, tucking and rolling upon landing. He spryly leapt up as he stopped, holding his hands up. “Whoa, now! I’m with you! I’m with you!” Dalton pointed to a colored tag on his upper arm. “We’re all friends here.”
“Not for long, with our luck.” John peered over the wall, offering the opponents a brief target of his shining head. A round was fired, but missed horribly and he dropped down. On the other side they heard a gruff voice saying, “For crying out loud--you’ve got to squeeze the trigger, Virginia. Squeeze.”
Zoe rolled her eyes and checked her ammo. “Don’t give up too easily, John. I’d say there’s hope yet.” Shoving her gun back together she popped up, aimed and shot.
“I’ve been shot? Of course I’ve been shot. Of course. Of course. DAMMIT.”
“Was that the kid in the red and white jersey?”
“Yes.”
“Now we have to sit and listen to him piss and moan until this is over and we can shut him up.”
The kid’s voice drifted over as he muttered to himself. “You know, it figures that this would happen. Though I can’t say I’d ever expected this. Until today, of course. Any other day I would have figured it would have been a quiet disease that would cause me gross amounts of pain because of something Ferris did. Something tropical, probably. Maybe rat-based.”
“Now we’re down to four. That Brit, the other soldier, and those two girls.” Zoe said.
“Doesn’t that little girl have that metal suit? How are we supposed to get her? I’ve never seen anything like that before.” John rifled through his pockets for more ammo, smearing red stickiness across his face as he wiped his nose with his arm.
“I have.” Lupo was nonplussed. “But I don’t have my usual arsenal.”
“Just leave that to me. Jack Be Quick messenger and transportation services at your, eh, service!” Jack stood, grinning manically as he opened his leather bomber jacket to reveal a coil of rope and several grenades. “Jack Be Quick will supply all your demands. Somebody needs to secure this end. I’ll take the other across and tie it off then dance around in a surprising display of agility.”
On the outside, Jack O’Niell scowled. He had no idea how he had been partnered with Virginia and though she could move silently, her lack of proficiency with firearms was growing tiresome. He heard the jersey-boy go down not long before. The jersey-boy must have been partnered with Steele. Now there was a boon. Smart, fast and decent with a gun. Unfortunately they had been cut off since pinning the four in the pit. Who were they missing?
Gaz sped by, her suit’s wind bowling both Jack and Virginia over. Inside she was tapping madly at the buttons and keys her father had so cleverly designed. The fat man with the stupid leather coat had been her main target for some time now, but he somehow always managed to escape. “NOW YOU WILL PAY, FAT MAN.” She screamed, flying toward Dalton.
With no warning, a rope sprung up and tripped her suit, sending her flailing into a tree and then a wall. Zoe and Lupo immediately peppered her with fire, immobilizing the suit. Taking advantage of the added distraction, John chucked two grenades to where he had last seen O’Niell and Virginia. There were twin explosions and considerable cursing.
“Don’t think this is over, McClain. We’re still mostly intact.”
“Oh, it’ll be over soon, jerkwad.”
Just then, the sky split with thunder and rain began to pour down. The three military fighters in the pit laughed in exasperation before beginning to slip from their hiding place. Lupo slid silently to the edge to peer around, leaning a few inches and finding a muzzle touching her nose. Jack O’Niell’s smug face was the background to the image. “Well hello, Jo.”
More cursing ensued.
“Now that is quite enough!” said a stern voice from no particular direction. Zoe took her chance as Jack glanced around, charging into Jo, and tripping him as she ran past. Dalton was about to come to the rescue but was halted by the cold steel circle pressed into his back.
“I wouldn’t move too much, mate. I’ve got a trigger finger that’s feeling a tad twitchy.” Steel smirked.
“You’ve seen too many movies.”
“No such thing.”
“Oh, for goodness sakes.” Mary Poppins stepped from a high branch in a nearby tree, completely dry and put together as she jauntily held her umbrella and floated down. Upon landing she snapped her fingers and two guns went off, taking out both Steele and O’Neill. Virginia wandered in from the other side with John gently guiding her with his weapon.
“Lose something, O’Neill?”
“Honestly. I’ve had enough of this gallivanting. It is raining now and we should all get inside to dry up.”
“Come on! We had you guys pinned the entire time! That is not fair, calling her in the end.” Jack rolled over and wiped paint off his face.
“So you did team up on us! I thought we agreed on no allies.” Jo growled.
“Did we?” O’Niell offered a roguish grin and helped both Jo and Zoe up.
“Come now, spit spot! Don’t forget to take your medicine. It is quite wet and cold out here and we don’t want anyone getting ill from damp feet!”
[The end result-odds win because of Lupo and Zoe’s incredible training, Dalton and John’s invincible luck, and, of course, Mary Poppins. She’s practically perfect in everyway.]
If 2, 4, 8 and 9 where to play D&D, what kind of characters would they be?
Jack O’Neill is a warrior without a doubt. Probably would have a shadowy past as a high-ranking officer, specializing in covert tactics and…coercion. Depending on the campaign, he may be chaotic good or neutral good. I’m leaning toward the former.
Remington Steele would be a ranger of some sort, most likely a slippery bard who has a habit of comparing all situations with myths he knows about people such as Humphrey Bogart or Gary Cooper. He would also have a nasty habit of filching shiny objects of serious value. And he’d be good at it. Neutral Good, most likely.
Virginia Lewis might try her hand at some magic, being sick of always having it act upon her. A wizard of no special talent, she would prove to be useful if obnoxious at times and end most of her battles in a surprisingly lucky roll. Lawful Good, little one.
Mary Poppins is no DnD player. She’s the DM. Remember: Don’t ever make the DM mad. EVER.
What happened when #1 and #7 competed against each other in that weird Japanese game show?
It is the final round of the extreme challenge. Zoe is currently giving her husband, out in the second round and retired to the wounded bench, a nasty look. The least he could have done for getting them into this was to have lasted longer. Across from her, on the opposing side of the pool of suspiciously purple water, stands Jo. Jo is also casting a nasty look toward the wounded bench, where Tag sheepishly pretends that he can’t see through his face cast.
A bell dings and both Jo and Zoe take off. They leap from fake log to fake rock to fake alligator across the purple lake, each slipping but recovering in time. Jo is the first to make it out of the water and onto the rest of the course, a treacherous climb up a plaster mountain to obtain the Golden Monkee Knit Cap. She must dodge falling rocks and avoid being taken out by Big Foot, Turkey Neck and Jimmy the Hobo while simultaneously figuring out how she is to grab the cap and get it to the center of the lake where a large light-up Mike Nesmith Statue awaits. After taking out Big Foot and sending Turkey Neck packing, Jo chances a glance at Zoe and is alarmed to see her opponent has already taken out the Abominable Snow Man, Sulley the Monster and is working on Bloaty the Pizzahog.
Damn.
Turning back to the task at hand, Jo launches herself to the side, successfully avoiding a boulder but running into Jimmy the Hobo’s shopping cart. This knocks her to the ground, but she is comforted by the peripheral sight of Zoe trying to figure out how to get around the enormous pig before her. In one fell movement, Jo flips around and pushes her self up while forcing Jimmy down. She stretches and grabs the hat, finally landing in the shopping cart and careening downwards at remarkable speed. The cart hits the lip around the edge of the lake and she is sent into the purple water.
Zoe, by this time, has used Bloaty as a device to climb and reach the silver cap on her side. Turning, she notes that Lupo has returned to the lake and chooses to also utilize her final attacker to make her return. Tripping the beast, she forces it into a roll and nimbly hops on top, balancing herself with a fast backpedal as it picks up speed. When Bloaty hits the lip, she jumps toward the statue, bracing herself for impact.
Both Taggart and Wash are watching, enraptured. They gasp with the crowd as both women reach the statue at the same time but slide into the water. A buzzer goes off, alerting everyone that time has run out.
Smiling as wide as humanly possible [perhaps even more so], the announcer rides a sort of cherry picker-platform to the center of the lake and assists the women to their feet with him. Through a translator he announced that neither of the women would get the grand prize [the fit is go] but rather each would receive a consolation gift of a can of baked beans.
As one, Jo and Zoe look toward their respective men and crack their knuckles.
And why did #5 steal bibles from 8, 4, and 2?
John did not actually steal Bibles. What he did, in a fit of frustration after the paintball game, was empty several crates that had been labeled “Bibles” but were actually contraband paintball equipment for the next match and fill them with small explosive packs of day-glo paint that only comes off after fifty two and a half washings.
I heard a rumor that #3 and #10 ran off to Vegas and got hitched. Why did they do this?
That is, in fact, just a rumour. Jack did, however, take Gaz with him to Vegas because he was threatened to. Apparently there was a new Vampire Piggy Hunter game being released that night in a hotel. Neither could ever satisfactorily explain how the Preacher Elvis managed to get his way into the plane.
If #3, #6 and #10 joined powers, like the Power Rangers, what kind of super being would they be, and what could they do with that power?
Jack Dalton would lend the power of shiftiness and child-like abandon. Steele would add more shiftiness but with a hefty dose of smarm and wit. Gaz would throw in a dose of maniacal genius, complete impatience and a totally overbearing power of domination. In the end, it would be a creature that could slip into anything, conversation, home or relationship, unnoticed, charm its way out of any trouble and then eventually rule the world.
I’m scared.
What color (figuratively) is #1?
A strangely beautiful cocktail of different tans. She can shift from the lusty tan of an extremely attractive young woman who can kill you with her pinky [or the gun she hides in her garter] to the camouflage tan of a dangerous soldier-warrior who can kill you with anything at all, ever.
What did you do with #5?
Perchance this answer should not be revealed to the public. It or any similarly formatted questions involving numbers two, three, four and six.
If #6 and #10 were riding in a bullet train headed from Scotland towards Paris at 2:22 pm, and #4 and #7 were headed on a 2:24 bullet train from Rome to Paris, which train is prettier and is the food better?
Being that Mary Poppins would never tolerate a tack train and Cameron comes from a family with considerable means, I would say that the train from Scotland will be more tastefully decorated. However, Steel and Zoe, though currently trying to sneak their way past some rather officious slimeballs, will be treated to the better meal since it will not involve haggis.
Would 4 and 8 ever become romantically involved?
There may be some idle flirting or suggestive eyebrow raises, but no. Virginia may have a thing for tall, dark and handsome, but Steele is not her kind of smarm. She has a thing for the men with the wolf in them. Steele’s more of a fox and is already distracted by another petite brunette.
What kind of ice cream would 6 like?
None. He is most likely lactose intolerant. Or at least believes it to the point that he can no longer enjoy the clean tastiness that is a sterile, white, vanilla.
Out of 2, 3, 5, 7, who is the strongest, fastest and most heroic? In the runnings: Jack O’Neill, Jack Dalton, John McClain, and Zoe Washburn.
Strongest goes to John McClain because, though he came close, he never actually died. Sorry O’Neill.
Fastest is probably Zoe. She’s lithe. And she’s gotten pretty used to having to run away from Mal’s messes.
Most heroic? I’m not even going to try. But if you go for heroism on the largest scale it’ll be Jack O’Neill because he saves the universe.
Jack Dalton, I still love you.
Rank 1, 9, 10 in order of most attractive and/or appealing. In the running: Jo Lupo, Mary Poppins and Gaz.
Lupo.
No comment.