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[apocalypsos]

-- Oh, the signature blood spatter. I shouldn't love seeing something so gross every week.

-- Oh, Mark Sheppard. You should show up on every show. You make me happy when skies are gray. :D

-- "They ate my tailor!" Seriously, is that what he said? Because, HA!, of course he has a tailor.

-- There needs to be a story where Crowley is Sterling. I mean, I doubt there isn't one already, but STILL.

-- "He'll tell you where Sneezy's at." *snickers*

-- It's a good thing that phone call wasn't gross.

-- I love it when Sam gets drunk, but he's really asking for it getting wasted right about now. Especially when this is where the conversation is going.

-- "It's not safe up there. There's demons." I sort of love him.

-- Heh, Whitney's being a real creeper. (I find myself highly amused that I can't help but call him Whitney when I can count the number of time I've seen a whole episode of Smallville on one hand just because the rest of fandom was all, "YAY WHITNEY!".)

-- Hey, maybe let's not show a promo for next episode in the middle of this one? Just a thought.

-- "Where's your moose?" That's ... somehow a sadly accurate animal comparison to Sam.

-- HO SHIT.

-- "Hello, darling."

-- "I'm invested. Currently." I think I adore Crowley just a wee bit.

-- "... before I blast you so full of rock salt you crap margaritas." HEE! Oh, Bobby.

-- Oh, Bobby.

Next week: Well, we saw that already halfway through the damn episode.

Comments

[soundingsea.livejournal.com]

"They ate my tailor!" Seriously, is that what he said? Because, HA!, of course he has a tailor.

That cracked me up. And now that Bobby's shot rock salt into his suit, how's Crowley gonna fix it?

[azurelunatic]

Well, at least his meatsuit is OK.