futursimple:
they're just two cosmic girls, from another galaxy, they're cosmic
futursimple:
transluscent algae nori wrap, algae on pearl
futursimple:
T'Pol who?
futursimple:
straight outta metropolis
futursimple:
in a dead language no one speaks anymore, the honey bee has enough pollen for all of us
futursimple:
blue and blue K and K—the huntresses use golden lassos and coiled mercury straps
futursimple:
you are a five-star double-rated astronavigatrix. your mission then: find Durand Durand and use all of your incomparable talents to preserve the security of the stars.
futursimple:
Don't panic. A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
futursimple:
on the Apple, Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes
futursimple:
i'll take your brain to another dimension, pay close attention
futursimple:
fill 'er up with high octane mercury at space station soma; please be sure to pick up some marshmallows for your campfire
futursimple:
lindsey's sexy spatial strut
futursimple:
the Borg now carry lightsabres—you better fucking run
futursimple:
We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us.
futursimple:
our rendez-vous point will be at 1600 hours and our password will be Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
futursimple:
Erin is future primitive dubstep-lingual
futursimple:
interstellar honey bee and lunar lady bug
futursimple:
is that a lightsabre in your pocket or... HELLO!
futursimple:
THIS... IS... MIDAAAAAAAS!!!! (is that a pre-chrysopoeia Zoë?)
futursimple:
starry orbs, with milk it's a part of a complete breakfast
futursimple:
you're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty
futursimple:
What does a scanner see? I mean, REALLY see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me—into us—clearly or darkly?
futursimple:
Earth woman, shall I tell you what I would like?
futursimple:
"Well, on Earth, when our psychocardiogram readings are in perfect confluence, and we wish to 'make love', as you call it, we take an exhaltation transference pellet, and remain like this—here, let me show you—for one minute, or until full rapport is achi
futursimple:
exorbitant materials engineering
futursimple:
Pinky and the Brain... IN SPACE
futursimple:
crime fighters in search of a crime to fight or a damsel in distress to... undistress
futursimple:
hey team, don't you guys have some bounty to hunt or crime to fight, instead of engaging in fashion shoots? what is this, Team Très Façonnable? and who points positronic rays like that?
futursimple:
We Can Do It! With Fisting Anything Is Possible!
futursimple:
let's tango
