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"Baked beans are off..."
I could swear I've taken this before (nicked from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cruisedirector this time). I vaguely remember getting Andy McNab and thinking "What the hell?" I must have been feeling violent and tortured that day. Since it's so obvious where each option comes from, it's kind of fun to pick answers randomly to see who carries the day, like, what will two Boromirs, one Mellors, one Sean Miller, one Partridge and two Alec Trevelyans equal? Oh. Um. Mmm. There's a thought...
What kind of Bean addict are you?
cruisedirector this time). I vaguely remember getting Andy McNab and thinking "What the hell?" I must have been feeling violent and tortured that day. Since it's so obvious where each option comes from, it's kind of fun to pick answers randomly to see who carries the day, like, what will two Boromirs, one Mellors, one Sean Miller, one Partridge and two Alec Trevelyans equal? Oh. Um. Mmm. There's a thought...
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Hee! But in a good way, really. Well, aside from the killing thing, that is. I'm kidding, I've only heard positive things. And as long as the bodies in the Sharpe-influenced fic don't belong to Mal or Zoe, it's all good. A little angst is healthy, right? Particularly since I agree with you, this fandom really does lend itself to angst. I blame Mal. And Joss. And the spacemonkeys!