Mads Call #3

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[Not that long after the fire breaks out on the SOL, the Mads decide to give the Satellite a call. Dr. F appears on the screen, looking highly amused.]

Ahhhh, nothing smells quite like Christmas spirit like seeing space nuts roasting on an open fire!

What's the matter, yule log get out of hand? I do hope you try it again soon!

Comments

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

A Christmas metaphor is appropriate any time!

...At. Christmas. Yes.

[solmidna.livejournal.com]

Saying that you can see scents is a stupid metaphor at any time of year.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

You're just trying to undercut the subtle nuance of my "Smells Like Teen Spirit" joke, aren't you?

[solmidna.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't know subtle nuance if it mugged you in a dark alley. I don't know why you're still trying to pretend to make sense.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

You're a goblin wearing an ancient Mayan car boot. I don't know why you're pretending to make sense!

[solmidna.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she will get you later.]

It must be hard for you, when you can't say anything but to insult what I look like. Do you always do that when you lose an argument?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Oh no, of course not! I do it all the time, just for the fun of it!

[solmidna.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, I get it. You're just an uncreative loser. Sorry, I was confused; I thought you might actually be almost as intelligent as your partner.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Dr. F: ...You haven't seen much of Frank, have you.

[Right then, Frank wanders onscreen!]

Frank: Hey Dr. F! [He notices Midna] Ooooh, nice Ancient Mayan car boot!