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When you say "fission products", do you mean "lurid plastic worms, ratchet action reels, fine nylon monofilament" and so forth or do you mean "bury this in a salt mine for a thousand years"? [I Say Porter] <grin>Well I have both a large Opus plushy and a matching-scale Bill non-plushy as well as all the non-omnibus collections. But wait, there's more! I also have a mint copy of the promo single bound into "Billy and the Boingers Bootleg" and a pristine "Bloom Picayune" bound into "Risky Business". Your turn. :oP</grin>
How do we know it will melt down if we take out all the control rods? Shouldn't we try?
[Raak]Your first "blacksmith" has had me laughing since you wrote it. Nicely done, sir.
If you pull out this thing as far as it will go and stand here holding your lunchbox, you can toast your sandwiches and get a nice tan in about two minutes.
What flavour quarks? er... chocolate, strawberry or vanilla. Would you like hundreds and thousands?
Ray D Ation? Nah, I'm not into sixties music.
Whoa, no, man... I mean... that water's really... like... heavy...
Of course, atoms are only a theory. Personally, I believe that nuclear energy is the proof of God's bounty, creating energy out of nothing. That's why atheists should be used as reactor shielding. See how long they stay atheists then, exposed to the merciless fire of God's love!
Isn't Fast Breeder a kind of rabbit?
Strontium 90... West Bromwich Albion nil...
Isotope? Is that like getting drunk on your own?
According to my calculations, I can use the Large Hadron Collider to create a black hole that will instantly grow at the speed of light, devouring the Earth in a fraction of a second! You must fund this groundbreaking research!
If you really want to lose weight, you need to reduce your critical body mass by controlling the dark matter abrorbed through the body's fatty tissue.
IT'S PRONOUNCED NUC-U-LAR, YOU IDIOT!!
I prefer to barbecue over charcoal, but I can never get the bloody stuff to light.
I love a good old 9 to 5 job.
If I bring in leftovers for lunch, can I use your kit to heat 'em up?
President Ahmedinejad said it was OK if I filmed the set-up here. Honest.
I know that under those conditions the accepted practice is to yell "Emergency! Scram the reactor!", but I feel "Alah-u Akbar!" is shorter and more punchy.
Game's slowing down again.
Shepherd
Angels? What are those then? I mean, I'm all for knocking off and going down the pub, but voices in the sky singing about how we're all to go down to this scruffy travellers' inn, sounds like you've had a few already. More likely some local band advertising their gig in the back garden.
(at the interview) My philosophy is that each sheep is an individual, and it is the shepherd's job to support them toward their own self-defined goals.
Wool? No, no. Totally allergic. That's why I have to wear man-made fibres.
Now that's a beautiful sheep. Where are my wellies.
I'm convinced they can fly with enough determination. Of course, the initial results have been a little disappointing. Maybe I need a higher cliff.
No worries sir, my strict training regime will have them ready for the Grand National, no doubt!
No, that's no problem, I'll just let them mix with my pack of wolves.
Now, I have a very good recipe for mint sauce.
I'm sorry, I can't watch the sheep tonight, I'm washing my socks.
Now that I've painted them lots of different colours it will save time not having to dye the wool later.
No worries on the 'falling asleep' front, I can't count.
Lambing season's best. Let a few die, it makes a treat for the dogs.
I'll report you for discriminating against me just because I'm agoraphobic.
Shall I carve?
(traditional yell from car windows at spring time where I come from) MINT SAUCE! REDCURRANT JELLY! GRAAAAVY! GET IN MY BELLY!
Oh, hold on a minute. Sheep are the ones with curly tails, aren't they? Go 'oink'. That's right, isn't it?
So, I make a loud noise and they run towards the guys with the shotguns, right?
How can you expect me to out in this weather? I'll get soaked.
I don't care! Bleat as much as you like! Nobody's going back to the pen until we've mastered this Busby Berkeley routine! OK, from the top, and this time keep in step!!
Shit! The sky's red! Must be a nuclear attack! Duck, everyone!
"WOLF! WOLF! Ha Ha, just kidding."
If I bring my cape, could I be a shepherd spy? No? Oh sorry... I'll get me coat...
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