*In the middle of it, Taylor was sitting in a large and very expensive chair, the sort you found in very high end evil lairs, with her feet propped up on a piece of equipment that was full of oddly glowing widgets that were strangely hard to focus on, a small point of silver light hovering above it and somehow giving a weird impression of watching them, stroking an oversized pure white dragonfly.
"Path to fucking with Becky.""Better not tell you now," came the reply, then she turned the corner and vanished.
In large part because at this level if somebody starts trying to play games with technicalities they are likely to send somebody to apply a "ballistic solution", not a lawyer."It looks straightforward enough," Vicky said a little weakly. "Not nearly as complicated as some legal things I've seen are."
"There is no intent to lay traps in legal wording, Miss Dallon," Agent Charlie put in. He'd been sitting there watching in silence up until then. "The document is deliberately as clear and concise as possible. Allowing misunderstanding would be entirely pointless."
"The Slaughterhouse Nine are dead?"
Rebecca stared at Fortuna in shock.
"It is decidedly so," the woman in the hat replied calmly before walking off humming.
"How?"
"Better not tell you now," came the reply, then she turned the corner and vanished.
It goes back to David's present to Contessa. "It is decidedly so" and "Better not tell you now" are both answers given by the Magic 8-Ball.
"Sixty two hours a week? On top of her schoolwork? Are you insane?"
There are only 168 hours total in a week! 40 of them would be spent in school. So, that's 66 hours she has to do literally everything else - sleep, eat, bathe, travel time, be with friends...62 hours, holy fucking hells. No wonder Amy has been losing it.
This tends to be a habit of Taylors. Apparently. Even the ones (officially) without bug control.The glittering blue insect seemed content to stay where it was and Taylor didn't appear to mind, which Vicky found a little strange, as she didn't particularly want insects in her hair.
I don't think I've seen a statement better at saying nothing since the Mayor's speech shortly before Kaiju arrived!"Let's say that about now your mother is having a slightly uncomfortable chat with some people who are expressing the concept that perhaps she should modify her approach to someone who is very important to certain individuals."
This is also a common feature of Taylors. Also I now want to see what happens in a Despicable Me crossover..."Most people who make plans are making plans on what to cook for dinner," Vicky pointed out somewhat acidly. "You appear to have plans that require minions. Where did you get minions?"
That's a very precise and somewhat odd mental image...
Bwahahaha! She's still doing the magic 8-ball quotes! And apparently she's even more effective since she started doing that!"It is decidedly so," the woman in the hat replied calmly before walking off humming.
"How?"
"Better not tell you now," came the reply, then she turned the corner and vanished.
Can you imagine the Krogan following the Quarians, then Amy learning about the Genophage?
"Let me get this straight. You saved them from the monsters in the dark, and they repaid you by causing a still-born plague that affects your entire race?"
"Yes."
"That's double fucked. It would be monstrous on it's own if it was a sterility plague, but to forcibly terminate most children before they're born...Can I take a look? I can read your biology by touch." *cue Krogan blink-blink. Extends hand*
"Oh, THAT'S what they did. Bastards. Fixed."
"Whut?"
"You're healed. Who's next?"
Amy is declared a Saint and has Krogan bodyguards when?
Personally, my favourite approach to answering any question of "how?" that I don't want to is to assume they meant how much instead of how did it happen and respond in kind, especially with a single word. "They're DEAD? How?!" "Very."
I'm kinda curious to see what Taylor's next researching gets up to!
if you go for 8 hours of sleep, that leaves you ten free hours across the week - which pretty much all gets taken up by meals, hygiene, and travel. studying for school pretty much has to be done at the hospital between patients.There are only 168 hours total in a week! 40 of them would be spent in school. So, that's 66 hours she has to do literally everything else - sleep, eat, bathe, travel time, be with friends...
A young girl wished upon a star, and a star fell upon them with all it's fury."The Slaughterhouse Nine are dead?"
Rebecca stared at Fortuna in shock.
"It is decidedly so," the woman in the hat replied calmly before walking off humming.
"How?"
"Better not tell you now," came the reply, then she turned the corner and vanished.
Clenching her fists, Rebecca looked around the empty corridor, then stomped off.
This was getting way past the point of being annoying...
And Carol was alternately bitching at Amy for working too long at the hospital, and then for not working longer.62 hours, holy fucking hells. No wonder Amy has been losing it.