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So, here I am, nursing a hangover, which I acquired in my attempt to convince Jayne not to feed me through an automatic wedgie machine as an early Christmas present, and pondering questions of deep, philosophical, and interpersonal significance.

Why in tian xia de am I bunking with Jayne like some kind of bachelor when I could be in the next room with my lovely wife, and her legs of epic proportions? I ask you.

Tama de hundan!

Where did all the damn Reavers go?!



OOC: Jayne wasn't a ghost while he was dead. And his mind, like always, is taking a moment to catch up with the facts of the situation.

Finally. Finally shushed, even if it's still rattling around in the head.

Mal isn't, though. Not making noises. Not dead, just gone. Again.

[Voice post, just after THIS]

Chou ma-niao!

Gorram Reavers! In the Castle. [His message is accentuated by the sound of two gun shots]


[Zoe, Wash, Mal, Kara – and yes, River]
Where the gorram hell are you?!

Fay-fay duh pee-ye!

Right, fine. I'll get on this.

Zoe Washburne is better lookin' than me.

Happy Zoe?

What in tian xiao de--it's catching? Jayne, you better not have had anything to do with this!