*Leans over the laptop screen too far and tumbles forward, rolling into the transporter room while my laptop cord nicks the inconspicuous lever on the control panel, consequently beaming me onto an alien planet, cord-disconnected laptop and all, where I ninja-style roll into a criss-cross position on the blue soil and assume the exact same sexy pose I started from - hand on the chin*
SHATNER ~ !
John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
*laughs like a maniac and screams about fandom and then types so fast the keys fly off*
SHATNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
*runs in circles till falling over and then dramatically fall on the floor*
S H A T N E R !
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
I dramatically look over my shoulder, facing the camera in shock, breaking the fourth wall in the process, as I realize .... I'm not very good at being melodramatic.
*Yawns viciously and whispers dramatically into the depths of space, "Why does tomorrow have to be Monday?" before crashing my over-stressed head onto the laptop keyboard, my forehead conveniently brushing the touch pad and tapping "Submit"*
S.H.A.T.N.E.R
John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
Eyes flutter open as I bolt awake, jump out of bed at superhuman speed, and tear out of the room, already dressed in my spiffy officer's uniform to find the transporter that will take me to the Academy.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. — Henry David Thoreau, "Walden"
