cannibalmind | For lastvoyages: video+spam backdated to Sunday

[Sir Tony Davies, Shakespearean actor, new grandfather and one of the more subtle of the cast's goofballs, sits in his trailer, which is rather plain except for many books and prominently displayed pictures of his family. He has one of his razor-edged little Hannibal smiles on, and is playing Goldberg Variations on his stereo.]

Well, my friends, I'm afraid that I have a bit of bad news. I've been by the canteen, and they say their food stores won't last the cast more than...two weeks. Which is just horrible really. Famine impending...but not if we plan for it now.

Obviously rationing should come into play, since it will likely take Public Works at least a month to clear a few trees off the road. But I for one think that we must consider more...radical solutions.

[He cheerfully brings out a meat cleaver and lays it on the desk in front of him.]

So, who's going to contribute first? One of the large alpha males should last us at least a day, they're nice and...meaty.

[Sunday spam]
[Tony will be wandering around, socializing, entertaining the youngin's, and showing off pictures of his teeny granddaughter.]

Threaded | Flat

[Stewart's employing full use of his Riddler voice and mannerisms.]

Now, now, lets not resort to such drastic measures. We'll just have to implement whips to get the crew working faster.

[A lop-sided smile suddenly breaks out on his face, very un-Riddler like, and he laughs.]

Augh! Damn it, I did it again! I can never keep a straight face. You're just too good.