Scene: You're in a bar, sitting across a table from two pasty white engineer-types sucking down beer and looking at you with a certain glint in their eyes that lets you know they want to make you the meat in their man sandwich. Do you...
A. Drink past the point of beligerent and leave yourself in an alcohol induced haze and at the mercy of these meatgazers.
B. Continue on the with conversation about how pretty Ripsnort would look in a dress and lots of makeup, and how HTC would be the dream team of sweet tulips if only Yankee and Ronni weren't there to throw off the curve.
C. Use all of your willpower to have as few drinks as possible for a fat assed lush, change the conversation to whatever comes to your mind so that it doesn't turn into a discussion about anything to do with pastels, little boys in dresses, or the latest model of the foot long double dong at the transsexual porn shop. Then, while still in control of your faculties, get away post haste and liquor yourself up throroughly at home while flying and doing your best to alienate your squadmates with filthy comments about their loved ones.
While any AK, ASSassin, or Blue Knit for that matter would obviously choose both options A and B, I found it prudent to stick with C and spare myself the horror of what could have been. My apologies for not oblidging your fantacies DJ, but it's just not gonna happen...perhaps Milenko will be more forthcoming?
SOB
