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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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"Everything man, just, like, everything. I don't even know where to start with all this. Seriously, pick a subject because it's all Greek to me."
Shemp notices movement out of the corner of his eye and pulled off the headphone. "Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I think I'm starting to get it, but that's' like, how I always feel before I realize I'm not getting it at all."
I don't know about bond villain. I'm pretty sure Goldfinger would gold plate anyone who kidnapped his hypothetical kids even if he got them back unharmed.
According to Trespasser, Sorna had three tribes of raptors at the time Hammond wrote his memoirs. The biggest, hardiest ones made there living inland, on a mountain. The weakest tribe live along the coastline. There was a middle of the road tribe living between the two. So it is conceivable that the crazier ones from two and the more reasonable ones from three are two separate tribes.
Otaku95 said
I wouldn't say that they were insane. The Big One certainly was bloodthirsty, as were the raptors in the second film. The raptors in the third film are considered a separate subspecies, based on biology and behavior. The dubs the two types as "Nublarensis" (JP and TLW) and "Sornaensis" (JP3)
According to Trespasser, Sorna had three tribes of raptors at the time Hammond wrote his memoirs. The biggest, hardiest ones made there living inland, on a mountain. The weakest tribe live along the coastline. There was a middle of the road tribe living between the two. So it is conceivable that the crazier ones from two and the more reasonable ones from three are two separate tribes.
Shemp can't hear anything through the headphones as a helpful voice walks him through the basic math they teach you in 6th grade. Occasionally he reaches out very slowly and scrolls back to get the voice to repeat something.
He was stupid. It was frustrating trying to put this stuff together and the little voice in the back of his head telling him that he didn't need this, that in fact all of his problems could be solved by applying blunt force trauma, was not helping matters. Not even a voice, really. A feeling. A feeling that if something was bothering him all he had to do was punch it, once, and it would never bother him again.
He didn't notice that his hand seemed slightly swollen as he rewound the instructions again. Swollen, stiff, and a little harder.
He was stupid. It was frustrating trying to put this stuff together and the little voice in the back of his head telling him that he didn't need this, that in fact all of his problems could be solved by applying blunt force trauma, was not helping matters. Not even a voice, really. A feeling. A feeling that if something was bothering him all he had to do was punch it, once, and it would never bother him again.
He didn't notice that his hand seemed slightly swollen as he rewound the instructions again. Swollen, stiff, and a little harder.
"Hey doc?" Shemp calls out, carefully raising his hand. "You got, like, anyone on staff that knows this material? Just like, y'know, like a tutor or something?"
Shemp gingerly typed in his password. one key at a time, as slowly as humanly possible. When he had to click, he used his nose.
He had to admit, this wasn't his strong suit. Book learning, math, science, things like that always got jumbled up in his brain. Other languages smeared together in a string of gibberish. He couldn't write well, either in handwriting or the content of the page. He'd volunteered specifically because he wasn't good at any of that stuff.
But there was no sense in complaining about it. There were, after all, plenty of problems that couldn't be resolved by punching them really, really hard. He tabbed over to basic algebra and started working.
He had to admit, this wasn't his strong suit. Book learning, math, science, things like that always got jumbled up in his brain. Other languages smeared together in a string of gibberish. He couldn't write well, either in handwriting or the content of the page. He'd volunteered specifically because he wasn't good at any of that stuff.
But there was no sense in complaining about it. There were, after all, plenty of problems that couldn't be resolved by punching them really, really hard. He tabbed over to basic algebra and started working.
Shemp slides into a chair in front of his computer and looks about to hit the power button, before stopping suddenly and folding his arms in his lap. He didn't want to risk sending his arm through this computer until he absolutely needed to.
After all, if a basketball warranted more punishment than murdering employees than he didn't want to know what would happen if he destroyed a computer.
After all, if a basketball warranted more punishment than murdering employees than he didn't want to know what would happen if he destroyed a computer.
Saarebas said
Okay I'm leaving this here because the shrimp thing blows my mind
I was just going from this, actually. I didn't really know the sort of forces I'd be working with when it was scaled up.
Baseballs into orbit...
"Damn, you mean you only had the one?" Shemp says, before sighing and rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment before turning to everybody. "Sorry everyone, that's on me. I really had no idea that that was going to happen."
Yeah, I couldn't find it up all day yesterday.
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