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Captain's Log... uh... nothing! I'm supposed to be dead! Carry on... without me!
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| No sign of the Captain... Not picking up any signal of the presence of outlandish alien lifeforms either - at least! | |
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| I am hearing something all around us... and it's NOT left-over F/X from Space:1999! Not Cylons either... nor Stormtroopers body armor rattling... | |
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| Now, now - you are not making any sense... ****URRRRRKKKKKKKK | |
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| ... AND IT'S COMING FROM BEHIND US! I GOTTA BLAST IT AWAY... OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD - I DID IT AGAIN! They will court-martial me now - for sure! I can't fry all my superiors like that... | |
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| INDEED - YOU CANNOT! AND THAT IS WHY I PLACE UPON YOU NOW - A HEX! A CURSE NONE OF YOUR KIND SHALL ESCAPE - EVER! THE CURSE OF THE RED GARMENT! You and all who succeed you shall not live long - | |
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| Hey... wait a second now... the Red Sox reversed that curse sometime in the last Century - I'm pretty sure! Besides - I'm a Tampa Bay Devil Rays fan! And they've a loooong-standing winning tradition! | |
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