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by Mischief Maker 02/01/2015, 8:41am PST |
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John Connor: Okay, people we're done here, let's pack it up and head to the afterparty!
Soldier: Sir, shouldn't we at least unplug this thing before we go?
John Connor: Nah, I'm sure it's perfectly fine. There's a rat kebab with my name on it that's getting cold.
Soldier: Sir! Sir! While we were out, one of those magic terminators made entirely out of liquid metal snuck through the time portal!
John Connor: Don't you need the field created by a living organism to be able to go through that? Oh well, let's reprogram a meat-terminator and send it through to stop it. And make sure it obeys my commands.
Soldier: The terminator has been sent, sir! Should we unplug the time portal now?
John Connor: Do you mind? I'm having a moonshine mojito right now. These things can wait, soldier, loosten up!
Soldier: Sir! Sir!
Old Claire Danes: He's passed out, soldier, what is it now?
Soldier: One of those super-duper terminators that has the magic liquid metal AND a flamethrower attachment just snuck through the time portal!
Old Claire Danes: Well go send another meat terminator to stop it. But make sure this one is programmed to follow MY orders!
Soldier: The terminator has been sent maam! Maam?
Old Claire Danes: Zzzzzz...
*Next Morning*
Soldier: Sir! Sir! Another magic liquid metal terminator snuck through...
John Connor: Ahh! Shut up! Fuck me, I'm hung over... Look, just send a meat terminator to watch over my mom from childhood until I'm born, okay?
Soldier: Then should we unplug...
John Connor: SHUT UP AND LET ME SLEEP! And turn off the lights! |
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