« Volume 7, Issue 4 | Main | Michele: Point. Not. Point. Not. »

October 4, 2005

D: Release The Pressure

"Rift is stabilizing. Sub-strata tensile strength at 61 kilo-Merkins and holding. I think we've averted disaster Colonel."

Colonel Hardin swore under his breath and nodded curtly at the junior technician. "Good job, son" he said before turning back to his guest.

"As you can see Ms Crespi, your daughter almost opened a dimensional rift through conventional space-time to the Twilight Zone..." He looked down at the little girl huddled around her mother’s legs who shirked back fearfully in response. "All of mankind’s darkest fears and nightmares await on the other side."

"But Colonel... what's holding the rift closed?"

"String theory."

Bookmark: del.icio.us • Digg • reddit

Comments

fucking brilliant pun

Posted by: ted at October 4, 2005 6:04 AM · Permalink

I was worried I couldn't cut it.

Posted by: D at October 4, 2005 6:09 AM · Permalink

I hate you.

Posted by: Stacy at October 4, 2005 6:25 AM · Permalink

Cause I'm so sharp?

Posted by: D at October 4, 2005 6:29 AM · Permalink

Ooh, snippy.

Posted by: hnumpah at October 4, 2005 7:34 AM · Permalink

*facepalm*

Posted by: Stacy at October 4, 2005 7:42 AM · Permalink

You always cut me off like that.

Posted by: D at October 4, 2005 9:28 AM · Permalink

Shear nonsense.

Posted by: Stacy at October 4, 2005 10:42 AM · Permalink