[This is Jenna. This is Jenna wandering apparently aimlessly on the barge. And griping.]

So what's it this time? I mean, I figure every time things get bumpy, shit starts happening, but I haven't heard any singing yet, and everything still looks the same. Unless this admiral dick hits things in space - seriously, how does he do that? Space is big ( Read more... )

I don't have an accent that bad and I was born in Kansas.

Yeah, so that was freaking weird.

Oh come the fuck on, I'm on a ship with Deathstroke the freaking Terminator, and we're all supposed to be here for redemption? Are you friggin' kidding me? I used a hammer to smash up some jewelry stores, he blew up a whole fucking city!

How the hell is this freaking fair?

All right, I've got dry rot on all four walls, and I still don't have my tools back.

Where's the maintenance closet? Not that things haven't been swell and entertaining, what with all the impromptu singing, but I'm getting bored here.

My dry rot for a hammer. And screwdrivers. I'm not asking for much here.

[Have some throat clearing. Jenna's enjoying her first flood. Of course, she's unaffected, so all she needs is a beer and some popcorn to really finish this out.]

You know, I was starting to feel left out, but I don't know many songs. I do know one, though.

This is the song that never ends ( Read more... )

So let me get this straight. I'm dead, and this is like, space Blackgate. Are you guys for real? I mean, you all sound like you're smoking a bad cut of whatever the drug of choice is here. If this is the after life, I want a freakin' refund. There were supposed to be pearly gates and virgins and all that ( Read more... )

( A bat belt buckle, really? )