Nathan and I have forSeen.

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That the mansion shall be invaded by a giant flying cow.

No, Mr. Worthington, or Jay, that does not necessarily mean you should be concerned about weight gain.

I think. I could be wrong. I often am!

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Also, believe it or not, six hundred years from now, people in a remote corner of southeastern Europe will be worshipping one from among our number as a saint. And you really, really don't want to know what choice bit they slapped into the reliquary.

... and ew! They cut it off pre-mortem!

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

The blue balloon reminds me that you should probably tell Dr. MacTaggart not to worry about the blue thing in the baby's diaper.

It is because Mr. Marko gave the baby Gatorade.

See! I even remembered not to tell you the baby's gender. English is being uncooperative now because I am giggling.

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Nathan? If you are reading this why are there -two- of them? TWO! And one is naked and has long hair, and it is very obvious he does not use conditioner, because it has a lot of static.

.. He is cute though. Must better taste in headgear than the other one too.

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Well, he could hardly have worse taste in headgear, could he?

I think I see him running around with a funny little blue man. Or maybe a funny big blue man. What's with the blue things? And is this me or you?

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Charles! Don't even think about it - she's nice, but your sister in law would be a psychotic bitch! Unless it was the other way around, but... why are they interchangeable? That's very disturbing. Oh, wait, it's not you... quite? Angie? Are you seeing two of him, too?

And eggs! Think of the children!

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I am not thinking about this. I am not thinking about this. I do not want to think about this, ever.

That is a very disquieting mental image, it is.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

So chocolate overdose is like LSD to precogs? I may have to write that down. Because, y'know, you never know.

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Just remember that those colours are not good on you. That is all I have to say.

Tell Guido that the groupie with the contact juggling obsession? She is really a man.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Nonsense. No mind-altering drugs here. Even if everything's all glowy. Angie's giggling and playing with her halo.

And Jamie, watch out for French toast. There's something very bad about French toast. Or toasted Frenchwomen. I don't know, ask Angie...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Remind me, someone, if you will, to make a note to tell Remy that no, that bundle of joy is not Dr. McCoy's, no matter what Remy may believe.

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And no, LeBeau, it is not going to grow up to take over the world. Just certain parts. And then it's going to come after you, but you'll try and convert it to the Dark Side... no, wait, that's Star Wars...

Angie? I'm very confused now... and DAMMIT! I am not wearing a spiky icebucket on my head! Stop that right now!

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...Are you two sure someone didn't spike your chocolate?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

It could be Nathan's fault but he would never, ever, ever encourage a minor to do something illegal!!!!!!!

The next time...

[x-jetstream.livejournal.com]

You two decide to get all hopped up on whatever and go about violating God's Plan, could you at least have the decency to do it _privately_?

Salaam,
Haroun

Re: The next time...

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They're just brownies, damn it!

And by the way, breakfast cereals are NOT a weapon! Pick up the damned chair if you have to!

Re: The next time...

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It was more fun at the time to be terribly indecent about it.

Ow, my poor head.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

-boggles-

Okaaaay...

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

Note to self: Next complete physical on precogs must include tests as regards their reaction to chocolate.

Second note to self: Must go upstairs and separate precogs from chocolate, for everyone's safety.

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Hank. Hank, Hank, Hank. It's not the chocolate. Well, that's not helping. I'm seeing what she's seeing and she's seeing what I'm seeing, and suddenly we're seeing everything!

Except I'm not sure that half of it's real. Huh.

You do not look at ALL good as a cat, by the way.

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

I like you both very much, but I'm getting very worried about Nathan's plans to teach basic cooking.

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Rahne, you look very pretty in that dress. Only I don't think princesses are supposed to kick ass quite that efficiently. A little undignified, no?

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And Forge! Stay AWAY from blue women. Seriously.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Sir, I think we should all stay away from blue women...

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I'd comment but I'm somewhat afraid you'll precog me, especially after Rahne.

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

I really wanted to know whom I was, er, beating up. 'Tisn't as if I make a habit of that sort of thing.... Of course, the closest I've come to being a princess didn't exactly involve pretty dresses, so.

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The precogs have now been separated from the chocolate, and are sleeping it off. *g* I'm going to lock these brownies up now. I think Nathan inadvertantly hit Chocolate Critical Mass.

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See, if he really did hit critical mass, I don't think it's safe enough just to lock them up. You should really think about getting rid of the temptation completely.

Can I help? :)

*blinks*

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Dude, and I thought I was amusing on a soda overdose. Here, let me get you two some more chocolate.