Waddya call me?!
Okay, so I read “The Lord of The Rings”, and of course “The Hobbit”, also “Silmarillion” afterwards, not to mention “Farmer Giles of Ham”. I dived into the ponds with the magician’s nephew, swam with the dawn treader and rode with aslan to the last battle.
Hell, I crossed light-sabers with dark jedis on the plains of dantooine, flew into caves aboard my rickety A-Wing and puked at the sight of the young Anakin whilst he tried to woo Amidala.
In my spare times, I delved into the heart of the klingon empire, eating fresh, live ghag. Modifying my ship’s deflector dish to battle The Borgs and at the same time enjoying a steamy yet virtual love affair with marilyn monroe’s facsimile in holodeck 2.
Upon my returning to earth, thousands of refugees lead by Adama came hurtling from the sky with an entire fleet of robot with mind-bogglingly sexy body and a desire to mate.
Time to flee into the bygone era and enlists help from a sakabatou wielding, scar-faced, warrior who refuses to kill to atone for his bloody past.
That made me a geek you say?! Hm?! That’s what you think right?! Well, let me tell you one thing . . . . .yes I am *sigh
Well, live long and prosper.
