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[bodldops]

a) Dear girl inna car: You are very stupid. Step one when on a deserted country road in the middle of the night with something big and possibly human-shaped across the road - call for help, or go drive to help. Getting out of the car, forgetting your keys, and leaving the door wiiiide open is just asking for trouble. *smacks her*

b) Yay Hosh! Preach the evils of ground beef! *snickers* Though I am amused that out of all of them, it was Jack that gave up his burger. You know. The one that can't die? *snerk*

c) I love Owen. lalala. Even when he's being a bastard.

d) Ew? Ew. Ewewew. Also, another case of keys inna car whut. Evidently it is epidemic. *gives Owen the necessary smack upside the head*

e) Torchwood needs more manpower. Five people against the crazies of the universe. Yeah, that seems fair.

f) ... Wasn't expecting that, no. Um. Um? Gwen. Shot. Ohshite. Oooohshite. Where be Owen? Owen not eaten, being LEFT ALONE upstairs with the DEAD EATEN BODY? Good. Owen not eaten. *snickers at little prick joke, as is five.*

g) Um. Why isn't the thingy what's hunting people eating any of the dead... swollen, obviously dead for a long time critters that are now flapping in the breeze? Um?

h) HOSH!

i) IANTO!

j) ... DivX, stop skipping, or I will beat on you.

k) DON"T TRUST THE NURSE PERSON SHE BE BAD AND BAD AND see I told you so you idjuts. Geeze. Never trust the person that looks like a zombie. Unless she's a fourth-year vet student.

l) Oh noes boy eaten! How did I know that was coming? I am psychic, obviously.

m) ... Jack is suicidal. Noted. Also? Wow, mean streak I didn't notice before.

n) YAY POLICE!

o)... Police be daft. Moving on.

p) RUN HOSH! RUUUN! ... RUN DOES NOT MEAN STOP! OI YOU DUMB AS BRICKS. YOU NEED HIGH HEELS TO COMPLETE THE PICTURE. AND A MINISKIRT. DUMB. AS. BRICKS.

q) YAY RESCUE! Owen being a badass, oh yeah. :D

r) Oh shite.

s) SHOOT, GWEN.

t) Oh more shite. What's the use of teaching Gwen how to use a gun if she won't? *sigh*

u) Maybe they can all be on a sampler platter together. The Torchwood selection.

v) YAY JACK! Can we say badass? Knew you could. I love that bit at the end.

w) Way to give the guy a psychological edge over you, Gwen. Didn't you learn anything as a beat cop?

x) Um. Wow. Hannibal Lecter moment ahoy. I now kinda want someone to app him, and then he and Hannibal can trade recipies in the bar's kitchens. Maybe over a nice glass of Chianti. *snickers*

y) ... Isn't at least one of those paramedics going to stop her? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? *facepalms*

z) BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT. GWEN/OWEN FOREVER.


In other news, it is now officially Monday. Bugger. *sulks off*