( Room 303. )

( How deep does it go? )

( Maybe. )

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The Jameson website is chockful of "theories" as to why people drink Jameson.

Here's one that's SO RIGHT ON IT'S SCARY.

Theory #28

THE IMPENDING APOCALYPSE, FEARS OF TECHNOLOGY AND A WORLD RULED BY UNFORGIVING MACHINE OVERLORDS

In a survey conducted last year, 37% of respondents admitted to ( Read more... )

Some of these are things that could technically affect the whole canon, some of them are not. But here are a few basic guidelines I go by when playing Cypher:

- He has been canon-punctured, so he knows he was in a movie called The Matrix, but has not yet seen the film. (As of 12.01.05 ( Read more... )

"So you mean to tell me this little shit is the One? This little shit with his pansy-ass viruses and his second-rate pirated software and his I'm-a-rebel hacking? Fuck him! I could code circles around this jackass. I could code octagons around this clown. I could code fuckin' fractals around him, Morpheus ( Read more... )

Brrrrrrring.

Cypher had fallen asleep. He normally didn't sleep much at all; sleep usually only came when he drank too much, which was more often than he'd like to admit.

Now his eyes were open.

Brrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiing.

"Operator."

"Tank, I don't know where I am or why I'm here but I ain't comin' back. I only wanna know one thing."The rotary ( Read more... )

The door to room 303 (it looks like this) opens with a creak as Cypher shows the Welsh princess in.

He flicks on a light and grins, hands in his trouser pockets. "Sorry, sweetheart. It's still pretty dusty."

[From here.]

Cypher leads the way, once again, to Room 303 (which looks like this). He holds the door open for Slack, because he can be oddly gentlemanly when he wants to be. More often than you might think.

'Course then he has to follow it up by saying "In ya go, toots."