Greywind

Banana cannons? Unleash the monkeys!

There is nothing I can do If you leave me here to cry There is nothing I can do If you leave me here to cry Baby my love will follow you As the years go passing by I give you all that I own That's one thing you can't deny I give you all that I own That's one thing you can't deny You know my love will follow you As the years go passing by I'm gonna leave it up to you So long baby goodbye Yes I'm gonna leave it up to you So long baby goodbye Baby my love will follow you Yes as the years go passing by

Endurance battery with low or zero Rec.

When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."

I'm a reasonable guy. But, I've just experienced some very unreasonable things.

When a man lies, he murders some part of the world.

She's in the freezer cooling her heels.

The entire comic series tended to be based around them doing whatever Waller told them to do.

Slattery was supposed to have been killed. The assassin failed.

Because it's the Suicide Squad. They go up against whomever Waller says they're going up against. Because it's the Suicide Squad. They go up against whomever Waller says they're going up against.

Lately I'm learnin' That so many yearnings are never to be Childhood illusions Are merely delusions of a girl that I see In my mind's eye I see clearly a vision of how it could be Me and my fantasy girl Hold on to me Be my fantasy girl Don't set me free Now I've had my share But sometimes I swear that I've had me enough You end up in sorrow Broken tomorrows, love can be tough But my mind's eye Sees a vision of true love and how it should be Me and my fantasy girl Hold on to me Be my fantasy girl Don't set me free Be my fantasy Yeah, yeah, yeah I see clearly a vision of how it could be, yeah Be my fantasy Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Be my fantasy girl Hold on to me You're my fantasy girl Don't set me free Be my fantasy girl Hold on to me You're my fantasy girl Don't set me free, yeah From this fantasy

Nothing is so good that it can't do some evil. Nothing is so evil that it can't do some good.

Buy officially sanctioned t-shirts, caps, and other paraphernalia of the team you support naturally. According to Wolverine, if you're drowning, it does matter who is throwing you the rope.

You had me declared dead?

Except Stark was impacted by one of his own missiles and the death of Yinsen. He felt a need to make things right. You can't pay other people for that.

Loki owed Spider-Man a favor. A writer tossed that under the bus with an off-screen "bought him a hotdog" or some such.

Buffy got fired by Xander after some boogeymen showed up to kill her.

Buffy did construction. The other works didn't appreciate her help.

GURPS had SuperTemps.

Locking the cabin door Tara and Trese walked off the porch and towards the parking area. There was a rustle from the woods and Trese went on alert, trying to see the source of the noise. “Tara!” “Jarrod?” A young man with several day's growth covering his lower face, stepped out. Trese couldn't make out what he was wearing. She did see the shotgun held in his hands. Held entirely with the business end pointed too closely in her and Tara's direction. “We need to talk!” “Talk to my lawyer!” Tara's voice carried. “You don't understand!” Tara made to step past Trese. Trese put her arm in front of Tara. Tara stopped when Trese refused to move her arm. “I understand just fine. I had plans, Jarrod. Plans that your bullshit put an end to. I honestly don't know what I ever saw in you!” “He's my son, too!” “Then why don't you do anything to help take care of him?” Tara shouted. The shotgun shifted. The barrel pointing even closer towards them. It seemed to Tara dark smoke blew between the three of them. Jarrod screamed. When the smoke cleared, Jarrod was laying on the ground. Al held Jarrod's shotgun, pointing it at him. “Hush, boy. You don't want to wake the dragon. Miss Gardner, are you okay?” “We're fine, Al. Thanks,” Trese said. “Why don't you two head back to the house.” “Tara...” Looking down at Jarrod, Tara said, “Anything you have to say to me goes through the lawyers.” She glanced at Al. “Just the driver, huh?” He quirked a smile at Tara. “Come on, Tara. Let's go see what shenanigans Michael has the Guardians up to.” Trese led her up the drive.

During her time in the Avengers there were several instances where Wanda expressed her disgust with the anti-mutant protests and crowds. Eventually leading to Avengers: Disassembled and House of M.

Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf But let me tell you I got some news for you And you'll soon find out it's true And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself 'Cause I'm already gone And I'm feelin' strong I will sing this vict'ry song Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo The letter that you wrote me made me stop and wonder why But I guess you felt like you had to set things right Just remember this, my girl, when you look up in the sky You can see the stars and still not see the light (that's right) And I'm already gone And I'm feelin' strong I will sing this vict'ry song Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo Well, I know it wasn't you who held me down Heaven knows it wasn't you who set me free So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains And we never even know we have the key But me, I'm already gone And I'm feelin' strong I will sing this vict'ry song 'Cause I'm already gone Yes, I'm already gone And I'm feelin' strong I will sing this vict'ry song 'Cause I'm already gone Yes, I'm already gone Already gone All right, nighty-night Already gone