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June 11th, 2004, 12:23 AM
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and the men grinned as they checked out the spices, their was sporty, posh, baby and scary the men were very pleased with the "racks" they brought with them.   |
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June 11th, 2004, 02:10 AM
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before Wilker reminded them that it was "stack". Anyway, after checking out the spices, Tigh made sure one of the captured Cylons had the stove all ready, the utensils prepared, and it's apron straight. The Cylon turned as Tigh spoke, set down the wooden spoon on the chopping block, and said...
"Needs salt, by your command." Tigh double checked his cook book, put the lid over the beaver cauldron, and looking at Adama, said...
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June 11th, 2004, 09:37 AM
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What would a Cylon know about taste!
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June 11th, 2004, 10:52 PM
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Since they didn't shoot RDM, obviously not much.
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June 15th, 2004, 08:13 AM
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the cylons would not shoot their master, suddenly there was a red alert and...
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June 15th, 2004, 09:40 PM
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Tigh turned to the Cylon at the stove: "I told you to turn the heat down!"
"By your command."
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"You know the night before was a tough one when even the sound of the fizz hurts your head." -Mike Hammer.
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June 21st, 2004, 05:48 PM
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no silly a real red alert! pilots ran for their vipers....
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June 23rd, 2004, 12:18 AM
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And the Cylon asked Tigh; "Where's the terregon?"
And Tigh asked "You know about Terra?"
"Check with Imperious Leader. I'm just a Centurion."
"By your command."
"That's my line, Human."
"Sorry."
"Don't sweat it." The Cylon turned back to the pot, and sprinkled a few things into it, then turned back to Tigh. "Okay, where are the beavers?"
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"You know the night before was a tough one when even the sound of the fizz hurts your head." -Mike Hammer.
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June 23rd, 2004, 11:04 AM
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Just then, a small child beaver comes in wearing a Cylon helmet and playing with a wooden blaster.
Beaver: "Hi dad!!!
Tigh looks befuddled and answers, "I'm not your dad son."
Beaver: "'Course not. I was talking to /my/ dad, old chrome dome."
Cylon: "Now son, you know I don't like that. By any chance do you have some terregon?"
Beaver: "Terra-who? Can I have some cubits for a pack o' mushies Red Eye?"
Cylon: "Son, please call me Dad. Red Eye makes me think of an old west drink"
Beaver: "Suit yerself pardner. Reckon I've got a hankerin' fer some mushies Red Eye... how 'bout it?"
Cylon: *sighs and digs in his pockets*
Beaver: "Dad, how many times I gotta tell ya, you ain't got any pockets!"
Cylon: "Oh yeah. Darn suits. Takes me longer to go to the bathroom than it does to build a fighter".
Beaver: *giggles*" Don't tell me you nickel plated panzies gotta tinkle!!!"
Cylon: *blushes* "Our creators didn't have enough room for an amply sized bladder, so our hydraulic pump, err, heart, doubles as a pee-pantry"
Beaver: " 'Pee-pantry' - hee-hee-hee! Dad, you crack me up!!! If you didn't carve mom up like a country ham I'd swear you were an alright guy!!!"
Cylon: *smiles parentally* "Go run and play with your sword son"
*Tigh ponders how in the world a Cylon could father a child, and a beaver at that*
Tigh: "I thought Cylons couldn't, well, you know... I mean, you're not built for, err, help me out will ya?!"
Cylon: "We don't wear these trendy skirts fer nothin', pardner..."
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June 23rd, 2004, 10:35 PM
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Looking in the door, Sire Solon scowls at everyone, including the baby beaver, and asks: "Is there something going on here, I should prosecute anyone for? Hey!" sniffffffffffff "Hey, is that terragon I smell?"
"I didn't know anyone from Terra was here," said the Cylon, checking the spice rack, and tossing a wet rag on the beaver's helmet.
"Oh shut up, Bronze Breath!" shouted Belloby, shoving her way through the door, arms loaded with fresh veggies and a bottle of terragon. "Here ya go, Colonel." She nuzzled closer. "After din din, wanna come on over and see my energizer?"
"I have a sudden pain in all the diodes down my left side," said the Cylon, whose name was actually Walter.
"Can it, tin head," said Athena.
"By your terragon," said Walter, and stirred the pot.
"Is someone from Terra here, Father?"
"Needs basil," said Tigh. He looked around. "Where is the beaver?"
"Damn!" said Solon.
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June 24th, 2004, 06:26 PM
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as the beaver snuck out of Colonel Tigh's quarters and raced down the corrider with colonel tigh in hot pursuit as ...........
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June 24th, 2004, 06:43 PM
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Shiningstar who just off duty had to jump up on a railing to avoid the cleaver the
Colonel tigh was swinging as he raced off in pursuit of the beaver. Shiningstar
started to get down from the railing only to realize that her foot was stuck.
She called for help as .............
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June 24th, 2004, 06:49 PM
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She lost her balance and found herself hanging upside down by a boot strap as ............
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June 24th, 2004, 07:07 PM
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Lt Jolly walks up the corrider and stifles a laugh. He moves to help Shiningstar only
to have to jump up himself as Colonel Tigh almost chops him with the cleaver. He
starts to work on freeing shiningstar only to find him self hanging upside down
next to shiningstar. "I wanted to hang around you Jolly ........but THIS is
ridiculous!", Shiningstar says as Colonel Tigh and the beaver continue running
down the hall.
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June 24th, 2004, 07:38 PM
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Capt. Apollo walks down the hall and is shocked to see ......................
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June 24th, 2004, 07:43 PM
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colonel tigh recklessly swinging his cleaver ........completely missing the beaver and
almost striking Jolly and shiningstar as the swing from left to right and back again
trying to avoid ....................the slice of death as the beaver rushes into the
elevator with colonel tigh in hot pursuit.........as .............................
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June 24th, 2004, 07:54 PM
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Starbuck and Boomer come out of the elevator ..........narrowly missing
being drawn and quartered by colonel tigh who is still in hot pursuit of
the errant beaver as ............
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June 24th, 2004, 07:56 PM
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Captain Apollo finally manages to free both Jolly and Shiningstar from their.........
perches ..............as ..........................................
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June 24th, 2004, 11:00 PM
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Belloby starts helping the Cylon chop the veggies for the stew, and call out encouragement to Tigh. She then turns to the Cylon, and asks if he'd like to see her energizer.
"It's a Hyperon, MOdel 2100," she says, seductively.
"I saw one of those in last sectar's issue of PlayCylon ", said the Centurion, red eye oscillating faster.
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June 25th, 2004, 07:58 PM
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Shiningstar, Apollo and Jolly can only roll their eyes at Belloby's words as .................
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June 25th, 2004, 07:59 PM
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Commander Adama and Athena start to help Belloby chop the veggies for..............
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June 26th, 2004, 02:54 AM
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Beaver Stew! The Cylon draws his sword, and looking arounds, says...
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June 26th, 2004, 08:08 AM
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"Minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne allllllllllllllllllllll MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as .......
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June 26th, 2004, 05:14 PM
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Reese stunmbled into view, a prisoner on one arm. He looked at the Cylon, sword still with veggie bits hanging from the blade, and said...
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June 26th, 2004, 06:01 PM
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Reese stunmbled into view, a prisoner on one arm. He looked at the Cylon, sword still with veggie bits hanging from the blade, and said...
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"Wouldn't you rather have the Hyperon, Model 2100?" ..............as ..............
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Em crashes her viper into docking bay 2., "WooHoo!!!...that was a close one.....hmm, where is everyone..." Em climbs out of her viper and limps toward the door leading to the interior of the ship. As the door opens she runs into.......................
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a knife wielding cylon holding a Hyperon, MODEL 2100 in his other arm as ............
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June 28th, 2004, 06:42 PM
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Em who is still limping asks in a very annoyed tone of voice .........."GEEEEEE get a
ROOM will ya?".
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June 28th, 2004, 08:45 PM
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At that moment, Belloby yells.."Okay, Colonel. I found the terragon!" Em turns her pretty head, and asks: "You know about Terra?"
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At that moment, Belloby yells.."Okay, Colonel. I found the terragon!" Em turns her pretty head, and asks: "You know about Terra?"
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Belloby then asks ........."Terra? Terra WHO?" As Tigh Rolls his eyes and
takes the Tarragon spice from Belloby ...................................
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