Old Man

Will I ever accept my own body image?

Sehnsucht versteckt sich wie ein Insekt im Schlafe merkst du nicht dass es dich sticht glücklich werd ich nirgendwo der Finger rutscht nach Mexiko doch er versinkt im Ozean Sehnsucht ist so grausam Sehnsucht Sehnsucht

Is someone going to zap Cancer during one of his class monologues, now that you've given them the idea?

Weird, I can't find your Dagrike stuff either, even with Google.

It was a time of great decline and despair. Mankind was scraping an illiterate, bestial existence out of the ruins of once-shining empires. Forgotten were the secrets of how to make the straight roads and the great structures that still dotted the landscape. The memory of these empires was so dim that some places attributed these ruins to giants, for mortal men could never have built such wonders. Libraries were few and those who could read them fewer still; what knowledge remained was carefully preserved by monks and guilds who barely understood it, let alone how we came by the knowledge to begin with. Indeed, in those times a stack of half a dozen books was regarded as a library. Order was maintained through force of arms, not law; the common people were stalked by banditry, plague, famine, and godless hordes out of the East. With each passing year, structures decayed, populations shrank, knowledge faded, and hope dimmed. The end times were nigh--that was plain as day to anyone. I guess. I'm not familiar with the 1001 setting exactly, just the 1001 I lived through.

What's with the name calling?

I would tell the player that if he starts using haymakers with bows, he's going to start running into a lot of bad guy archers. It's totally up to him.

In TWOK it is implied that the Reliant's torpedo pod was manned, as the Enterprise phasered it followed immediately by a few interior frames of Khanoids getting blown up. If the Reliant torpedo pod bothers you, take a close look at a picture of an Oberth class sometime.

He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run

He calls himself an American?

Don't they spend an awful lot of time together for people who have supposedly split up? Isn't it hard to be one of Batman's girlfriends anyway?

Damn kids, why do you feel so entitled?

Get off it? Are you even done mowing it?

The Sofa Surfer certainly looks like he's just sitting in the basement playing Call of Duty all the time. But the reality is that he's an almost supernaturally talented technician. His Xbox is heavily modded, hooked into the base's security systems, maintenance bots, vehicle depots, and most law enforcement and media databases. He will detect and capture intruders, fight off open attacks, make swift repairs and brilliant upgrades, and wipe all record of the event from the police and TV computers, all without looking up from his game. Because he knows all the cheat codes.

Damn kids, can't you learn to speak English?

Et quod malum est? Quasi quod ego volo, catulus leonis, et procacis?

You think you can fool us, potty mouth?

We were supposed to stop at some point?

For the first time in my life I owe money on my taxes. I didn't plan for this so I have nothing to pay it with.

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around Jump around

I will burn for you Feel pain for you I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart And tear it apart I will lie for you Beg and steal for you I will crawl on hands and knees until you see You're just like me

Gimme fuel Gimme fire Gimme that which I desire

Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches And slam in the back of my Dragula

You're beside me on the seat Got your hand between my knees And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my knees