Tonight on TORCHCRACK. Part Drei
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51stcenturyfoxThat's Part THREE.
Much awesomeness. And some mondo freakiness.
Criminal Gwen and team.: "I know all the tricks." Damn, it feels good to be a GWENSTA. (Someone needs to make this video. I can pay you in some sort of baked goods.)
They could have raised some money by babysitting or whatever instead of lifting laptops and jacking convertibles. TEN QUID A KID.
Jack in a t-shirt and sweatpants. It's never been so easy to COSPLAY JACK. Just saying.
La la la. Rhys is happily making beans while Jack and Ianto are urging him to LEAVE so they can have a SHAG. LOLZ.
Jack's daughter,Jack Jr. Alice reminds me of Nigella Lawson. Nigella Lawson with a gun and a big, pointy scimitar in her trousers. (Alright, it was a knife. But I love that word. Scimitar.)
Kids are pointing to LONDON. Damn place is an alien magnet.
Clem has that scent-induced babble tic again. Why didn't he whiff Jack in the warehouse before he showed up? CHILL, CLEM. TEA AND A HOT DOG.
...and Ianto apparently smells gay to sniffly Clem. Which. What?
The alien. BARFS ICHOR. Projectile-vomiting alien. I'm willing to bet it has lobster-claws and warts and drools.
Frobisher: Yo, 456 what do you want? Cats? Babies to snack on? Oh, what? 10% of the kids? Um. Okay? Like who decides which 10%? Be good, children. The 456 takes the naughty ones.
What do they do with the kids? I'm really curious.
The 456 sounded a bit like Dennis Haysbert (the Allstate pitchman) to me, slowed down:
Gwen apparently hates emoticon smileys! Askworld FUCKING JOSSED. First Ianto gets headaches from ice cream and now this. We're verfklempt.
:o(
Redeemed by the Italian Jack-wife, though. Ha.
Much awesomeness. And some mondo freakiness.
Criminal Gwen and team.: "I know all the tricks." Damn, it feels good to be a GWENSTA. (Someone needs to make this video. I can pay you in some sort of baked goods.)
They could have raised some money by babysitting or whatever instead of lifting laptops and jacking convertibles. TEN QUID A KID.
Jack in a t-shirt and sweatpants. It's never been so easy to COSPLAY JACK. Just saying.
La la la. Rhys is happily making beans while Jack and Ianto are urging him to LEAVE so they can have a SHAG. LOLZ.
Jack's daughter,
Kids are pointing to LONDON. Damn place is an alien magnet.
Clem has that scent-induced babble tic again. Why didn't he whiff Jack in the warehouse before he showed up? CHILL, CLEM. TEA AND A HOT DOG.
...and Ianto apparently smells gay to sniffly Clem. Which. What?
The alien. BARFS ICHOR. Projectile-vomiting alien. I'm willing to bet it has lobster-claws and warts and drools.
Frobisher: Yo, 456 what do you want? Cats? Babies to snack on? Oh, what? 10% of the kids? Um. Okay? Like who decides which 10%? Be good, children. The 456 takes the naughty ones.
What do they do with the kids? I'm really curious.
The 456 sounded a bit like Dennis Haysbert (the Allstate pitchman) to me, slowed down:
Gwen apparently hates emoticon smileys! Askworld FUCKING JOSSED. First Ianto gets headaches from ice cream and now this. We're verfklempt.
:o(
Redeemed by the Italian Jack-wife, though. Ha.
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Date: 2009-07-09 04:22 am (UTC):P