[catch up prompts]
What do you want for your birthday?
Ain't anything in particular I'd be wanting except maybe some gorram peace and quiet on this boat. Maybe some jobs that pay? That would be shiny.
Birthdays be days for celebrating and I ain't opposed to celebrating on general principle. We could use the excuse for some good cheer around these parts lately. Particularly cheer that don't come with no crazy making. Or bullets. Double crosses. That sort of thing. No wives neither. Just would rather like me to have something not complicating.
Something cheerful but quiet. Good food. Good company.
Mine hale and hearty.
That would be shiny indeed.
What are your religious beliefs?
God ain't welcome on my boat.
Me and him, we had ourselves words once upon a time. A good many of them. Good words. Most of them was words I was talking. Words I went saying to my men. Men and women, since we don't want me getting accused of nothing bigoted. Got enough sins my own self without adding people's presumptions to the list. Not that I care about other people. Now.
Then. Then, I said those words. I believed them. And God?
He apparently had other thoughts.
Thoughts I weren't privy to.
Some Plan I weren't partial to.
And God? He can keep his Plan. And his thoughts. And his Words.
And qin wode pigu.
He ain't welcome here no more.
kiss my ass
Mal Rynolds,
Firefly
Ain't anything in particular I'd be wanting except maybe some gorram peace and quiet on this boat. Maybe some jobs that pay? That would be shiny.
Birthdays be days for celebrating and I ain't opposed to celebrating on general principle. We could use the excuse for some good cheer around these parts lately. Particularly cheer that don't come with no crazy making. Or bullets. Double crosses. That sort of thing. No wives neither. Just would rather like me to have something not complicating.
Something cheerful but quiet. Good food. Good company.
Mine hale and hearty.
That would be shiny indeed.
What are your religious beliefs?
God ain't welcome on my boat.
Me and him, we had ourselves words once upon a time. A good many of them. Good words. Most of them was words I was talking. Words I went saying to my men. Men and women, since we don't want me getting accused of nothing bigoted. Got enough sins my own self without adding people's presumptions to the list. Not that I care about other people. Now.
Then. Then, I said those words. I believed them. And God?
He apparently had other thoughts.
Thoughts I weren't privy to.
Some Plan I weren't partial to.
And God? He can keep his Plan. And his thoughts. And his Words.
And qin wode pigu.
He ain't welcome here no more.
kiss my ass
Mal Rynolds,
Firefly