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CameronIn the face of danger, Cameron caved faster than a tissue paper umbrella. He'd just come back to base from his dozenth mission - the dozenth mission he'd tackled on pure luck.
Cameron hadn't always wanted to be a secret agent. He'd wanted to be - a lumberjack! But that career failed too. Deep down, Cameron was a storyteller and he knew it. He may have very little to his credit in terms of action, but damned if he was going to disappoint his Spaceleague comrades.
Once he was safely in the informal setting of the off-boundaries bar, he could let his true talents shine. His buddies, most of whom had been saddled with less illustrious patrol beats, looked at him over their beers and waited expectantly. Roland, a warrior wielding office supplies, had been hastily quieted by a firm nudge to the arm. Too bad. Cameron was silently hoping the rambling tale of bureaucratic policy would have continu
American Dubbing[To the tune of American Woman by The Guess Who]
Stay away from me
Dont go changing words as you please
Better leave my show in Japanese
Never mind that Im an anglophone
Leave my anime the hell alone
Youre just too weird
With bad pause acting
And Colleen Clinkenbe-e-e-eard
I wont cut you slack
Keep the original track
Im telling you it aint so hot
4Kids deserved the mess they got
I dont wanna hear a squealing furry
I dont want Naruto by Anne Murray
Youve got your demons
The problem is each ones
Voiced by Crispin Freeman, Freeman
Sounds like balloons or ducks
Man, it really sucks
Weve been invaded by battle drones
With squeaky laughs and taunting tones
I want to go out with a bang
Not a mumbling of major bad slang
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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