Just Doing My Job...

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Part of my duties in the day-to-day operation of Torchwood includes scanning The Internet for mentions of aliens, monsters, temporal disturbances, and that sort of thing. About half the time it's total crackpots, and most of the rest of the time it's Luke Smith's Myspace. Apparently you don't get genius without a certain lack of discretion coming

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[oh_doask]

One word: Snooker table.

[ask_captainjack]

I did make those sexy promises. That was me!

[thaddeusfavour]

Your eyes make those promises, Jack. They touch me even now as I gaze at that sexy icon.

[ask_captainjack]

I can do so much with my eyes! Touching is just the beginning!

[ask_captainjack]

I'm OUTSIDE THE GOVERNMENT! The government includes Customs, yeah?

FUCK THAT. They didn't want me to bring my Hand in a Jar into Switzerland either.

I'll have to think up a plan of poo-getting action for later when we run out of sheep poo paper...

[oh_doask]

Tit for tat, Jones, and I'm game.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Fine, we'll make Jack do it. His will just grow back.

This is all very mythological.

[oh_doask]

It's not my tit and your boyfriend's tat, that's not how the fuck it works.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

All I did was suggest it. I leave it up to Jack to decide.

[neifile7]

Cue the Uranus jokes AGAIN.