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serafina20Guess whose PB Season 2 DVDs arrived?
Not quite a LOLCat. Not quite ridiculous. I mean, it is, just not as much as other episodes.
"Mysterious Lady": Time to put my make up on and be mysterious
Men in Sona: RIOT!! FIGHT!!! YAY!!!
Lincoln: GET BROTHER OUT, NOW!
Sona: ARRRRR!!!!
Some Guy: Um, I'm a night clerk. Where's your brother, anyway?
Lincoln: Sona
Some guy:Dude, your brother's fucked.
SONA: *guy dead*
Michael: Dude, I'm fucked.
New Guy: Okay, so you're all good, but Michael... we'll get him out. Also, you have a son. Let's talk about him. Where is he?
Lincoln: Who?
New Guy: I'm gonna move Michael to a pretty Panama prison. Everything is gonna be okay.
Lincoln: Cool.
Body: *deads*
Bellick: Anyone got water? (oh, the irony)
Alex: What? Shaking? No, fine. Cameron? Huh? Body, buried. Shaking? Drugs? Pen? I'm fine, really. Just, you know. Flashing back to last season.
*sees Michael*
Alex: Hey, baby.
Michael: WHat's up?
Alex: You're going to tell everyone I'm innocent.
Michael: You're funny. WHy did the Company want me in Panama, the place where I was always going to escape to with Lincoln as demonstrated by the tattoo I got back in Season 1. Also, you killed my father.
Alex: ... Are you kidding me?
Pretty Girl: *yells in Spanish*
Guard: You go in there, you're life is in your own hands,dude.
Lincoln: Sure.
Guard: Also, don't try to help anyone escape.
Lincoln: Oh, never.
Michael: Hey, bro.
Lincoln: I feel like I'm on the wrong side.
Michael: Oh, no. NOt at all. Breaking me out?
Lincoln: Too tired.
Michael: Should have ditched the cowboy boots and buttoned the shirts. Coulda gone faster. Oh, and where's Sara.
Lincoln: A casualty of contract negotiations.
Michael: Huh?
Lincoln: I'll find her.
"Tony": Hey, you're American! I'm young and cute and fifteen, just like Tony. I am total proof the PB writers don't read fanfic at all. Really! Oh. Buy.
Sammy: Come on, Blanco.
Michael: It's Snowflake.
(Even though they hate each other, Michael and Alex end up next to each other, holding hands.)
Lechero: blah, blah exposition-cakes, chicken-foot.
*random shot on grate that never came to anything becuase of the writer's strike*
Lechero: Any history between anyone?
Michael: Well, we had phone sex once, and are all mind-matey and all, like soul mates, only moire profound, and have sexual tension like whoa, but he killed the guy who knocked my mother up so I'm angry.
Lechero: Also, you're Michael Scofield.
Michael: ... oh. Right.
Lechero: Why you shaking? Afraid I'm gonna kick your ass? *looms*
Alex: *just a pretty day in the park, la la la*
Lechero: Yeah, you scared of me. Get out of here.
Sister Mary SexPot: So,t hat was interesting.
Lechero: Michael's handsome, smart, charismatic. Lots of people will follow him becuase of that Blue Steel he does so well. You think he's pretty, Mami?
Sister Marry SexPot: Totally.
Lecher: Get out of here, bitch!
*music. Spanish and rocking. Sona is cool*
Michael: I miss Sara.
Sammy: Hey, poophead! Time to clean the toilets.
Bellick: Ah, fuck.
*more rocking music. First, they broke out. Then, they ran. Now? They dance*
Michael: *sees T-Bag* OH shit
T-Bag: Heaven on Earth. I knew God loved me.
Elliot Pike: Hey, I want to represent you. See, there's this guy inside. We want him out. In exchange, we won't behead your girlfriend or nephew.
*music; this time, th cons are making it*
*Michael goes to a random bunk where he goes to lie down. The writers didn't 'feel it was necessary to explain how he got it. This is becuase the writer's suck*
Guy: You little bitch stole my stash!!
Michael: Wha?
Lechero: You're a bad, bad boy, Mr. Scofield. Check his area, Sammy.
T-Bag: I'LL DO IT!!!
*Sammy tosses bed* Found it.
Lechero: You're a scumbag, Scofield.
Michael: Dude.
Lincoln: Have you seen this girl?
Captain: We've got a dead girl that looks like Sara Tancredi here. Now, don't be too alarmed, because there are a lot of them here.
*Michael makes a swann*
T-Bag: Hey, Pretty. Why did the Company want you here in the country you were running away to in the first place? Did they want you here, you think? Also, can I play with you?
Bellick's friend gets shot. Michael starts to have a meltdown. Sees a chicken foot in his area. Finishes melt-down*
Lincoln:Body not Sara. Weird, though, how it was found the last place I saw her and looks a lot like her. Weird.
*close up on grate that goes down to sewer where Mystery Man awaits*
Michael: But I don't wanna fight!
Lechero: Too bad.
Whistler; Hey, naked man. Want some "rat meat"? Then, take this and put it on the dead man's body.
LJ: Hey, Dad. I've been kidnapped by bad guys. I mean, meet me and Sara in some building.
Lincoln: HUh. That was weird.
Sona: TIME TO TAKE THE BODY OUT!! YAY!!!! NEW FIGHT!!!
Michael I'm gonna be sick.
T-Bag: Hello, man in charge. May I please wash your feet as a humble sign of humbleness? Oh, sorry for spilling on you, I'm only half a man. Meaning, I lost my hand, not...
Lechero: WHat's your name?
T-Bag: Friend.
Michael: *ohshitohshitohshitohshit*
Alex: Go for the kneecap. Get him down quickly, then smash him.
Michael: YOu sound like you care?
Alex:I want to sex you up You're my get out of free card. Kneecap, really hard.
Bellick: Here, Michael. Someone said give this to you.
Lechero: Blah blah rules, no weapons, not animals, blah,blah blah boringcakes. Fight
Hulk: Gonna fuck you up, pretty boy
Michael: I'm not fighting!
Alex: Oh, shit.
Hulk: Um...
Michael: *kneecaps! punch punch punch! Run*
Mob: Get back in there
Lechero: KILL HIM STUPID
Micheal: *panic attack*
Hulk: *punchpunchpunch*
Michael: *punch*
Hulk: Fuck this. Weapon.
Alex TO THE RESCUE!!!
Hottest thing ever *Until later this season*
Alex: No weapons. We're not savages.
Michael: *flees*
Alex: Time for victory sex.
"Susan B. Anthony*: "sexyblahcakes*
Lincoln: LINCOLN NOT TAKEN.
(apparently, Gretchen has scraches on her face? Scars? THat disappeared because the writers suck(
Lincoln: WANT TO DO YOU. NOT RIGHT NOW. BAD TIME.
Gretchen: Not so much. Let's talk.
Lincoln: FUCK.
Pretty Girl: ¡Ponga en evidencia a sus muertos!
Michael; Huh. This note is cryptic. Lincoln, hey. Get me out of here.
Lincoln: Um, you gotta break someone out of here.
Michael: No. No, no, no, no, no.
Lincoln: Now, I know you don't really know this kid, but here: *video of LJ* So, get Whistler out or else Sara and LJ die.
Michael: ...
Not quite a LOLCat. Not quite ridiculous. I mean, it is, just not as much as other episodes.
"Mysterious Lady": Time to put my make up on and be mysterious
Men in Sona: RIOT!! FIGHT!!! YAY!!!
Lincoln: GET BROTHER OUT, NOW!
Sona: ARRRRR!!!!
Some Guy: Um, I'm a night clerk. Where's your brother, anyway?
Lincoln: Sona
Some guy:Dude, your brother's fucked.
SONA: *guy dead*
Michael: Dude, I'm fucked.
New Guy: Okay, so you're all good, but Michael... we'll get him out. Also, you have a son. Let's talk about him. Where is he?
Lincoln: Who?
New Guy: I'm gonna move Michael to a pretty Panama prison. Everything is gonna be okay.
Lincoln: Cool.
Body: *deads*
Bellick: Anyone got water? (oh, the irony)
Alex: What? Shaking? No, fine. Cameron? Huh? Body, buried. Shaking? Drugs? Pen? I'm fine, really. Just, you know. Flashing back to last season.
*sees Michael*
Alex: Hey, baby.
Michael: WHat's up?
Alex: You're going to tell everyone I'm innocent.
Michael: You're funny. WHy did the Company want me in Panama, the place where I was always going to escape to with Lincoln as demonstrated by the tattoo I got back in Season 1. Also, you killed my father.
Alex: ... Are you kidding me?
Pretty Girl: *yells in Spanish*
Guard: You go in there, you're life is in your own hands,dude.
Lincoln: Sure.
Guard: Also, don't try to help anyone escape.
Lincoln: Oh, never.
Michael: Hey, bro.
Lincoln: I feel like I'm on the wrong side.
Michael: Oh, no. NOt at all. Breaking me out?
Lincoln: Too tired.
Michael: Should have ditched the cowboy boots and buttoned the shirts. Coulda gone faster. Oh, and where's Sara.
Lincoln: A casualty of contract negotiations.
Michael: Huh?
Lincoln: I'll find her.
"Tony": Hey, you're American! I'm young and cute and fifteen, just like Tony. I am total proof the PB writers don't read fanfic at all. Really! Oh. Buy.
Sammy: Come on, Blanco.
Michael: It's Snowflake.
(Even though they hate each other, Michael and Alex end up next to each other, holding hands.)
Lechero: blah, blah exposition-cakes, chicken-foot.
*random shot on grate that never came to anything becuase of the writer's strike*
Lechero: Any history between anyone?
Michael: Well, we had phone sex once, and are all mind-matey and all, like soul mates, only moire profound, and have sexual tension like whoa, but he killed the guy who knocked my mother up so I'm angry.
Lechero: Also, you're Michael Scofield.
Michael: ... oh. Right.
Lechero: Why you shaking? Afraid I'm gonna kick your ass? *looms*
Alex: *just a pretty day in the park, la la la*
Lechero: Yeah, you scared of me. Get out of here.
Sister Mary SexPot: So,t hat was interesting.
Lechero: Michael's handsome, smart, charismatic. Lots of people will follow him becuase of that Blue Steel he does so well. You think he's pretty, Mami?
Sister Marry SexPot: Totally.
Lecher: Get out of here, bitch!
*music. Spanish and rocking. Sona is cool*
Michael: I miss Sara.
Sammy: Hey, poophead! Time to clean the toilets.
Bellick: Ah, fuck.
*more rocking music. First, they broke out. Then, they ran. Now? They dance*
Michael: *sees T-Bag* OH shit
T-Bag: Heaven on Earth. I knew God loved me.
Elliot Pike: Hey, I want to represent you. See, there's this guy inside. We want him out. In exchange, we won't behead your girlfriend or nephew.
*music; this time, th cons are making it*
*Michael goes to a random bunk where he goes to lie down. The writers didn't 'feel it was necessary to explain how he got it. This is becuase the writer's suck*
Guy: You little bitch stole my stash!!
Michael: Wha?
Lechero: You're a bad, bad boy, Mr. Scofield. Check his area, Sammy.
T-Bag: I'LL DO IT!!!
*Sammy tosses bed* Found it.
Lechero: You're a scumbag, Scofield.
Michael: Dude.
Lincoln: Have you seen this girl?
Captain: We've got a dead girl that looks like Sara Tancredi here. Now, don't be too alarmed, because there are a lot of them here.
*Michael makes a swann*
T-Bag: Hey, Pretty. Why did the Company want you here in the country you were running away to in the first place? Did they want you here, you think? Also, can I play with you?
Bellick's friend gets shot. Michael starts to have a meltdown. Sees a chicken foot in his area. Finishes melt-down*
Lincoln:Body not Sara. Weird, though, how it was found the last place I saw her and looks a lot like her. Weird.
*close up on grate that goes down to sewer where Mystery Man awaits*
Michael: But I don't wanna fight!
Lechero: Too bad.
Whistler; Hey, naked man. Want some "rat meat"? Then, take this and put it on the dead man's body.
LJ: Hey, Dad. I've been kidnapped by bad guys. I mean, meet me and Sara in some building.
Lincoln: HUh. That was weird.
Sona: TIME TO TAKE THE BODY OUT!! YAY!!!! NEW FIGHT!!!
Michael I'm gonna be sick.
T-Bag: Hello, man in charge. May I please wash your feet as a humble sign of humbleness? Oh, sorry for spilling on you, I'm only half a man. Meaning, I lost my hand, not...
Lechero: WHat's your name?
T-Bag: Friend.
Michael: *ohshitohshitohshitohshit*
Alex: Go for the kneecap. Get him down quickly, then smash him.
Michael: YOu sound like you care?
Alex:
Bellick: Here, Michael. Someone said give this to you.
Lechero: Blah blah rules, no weapons, not animals, blah,blah blah boringcakes. Fight
Hulk: Gonna fuck you up, pretty boy
Michael: I'm not fighting!
Alex: Oh, shit.
Hulk: Um...
Michael: *kneecaps! punch punch punch! Run*
Mob: Get back in there
Lechero: KILL HIM STUPID
Micheal: *panic attack*
Hulk: *punchpunchpunch*
Michael: *punch*
Hulk: Fuck this. Weapon.
Alex TO THE RESCUE!!!
Hottest thing ever *Until later this season*
Alex: No weapons. We're not savages.
Michael: *flees*
Alex: Time for victory sex.
"Susan B. Anthony*: "sexyblahcakes*
Lincoln: LINCOLN NOT TAKEN.
(apparently, Gretchen has scraches on her face? Scars? THat disappeared because the writers suck(
Lincoln: WANT TO DO YOU. NOT RIGHT NOW. BAD TIME.
Gretchen: Not so much. Let's talk.
Lincoln: FUCK.
Pretty Girl: ¡Ponga en evidencia a sus muertos!
Michael; Huh. This note is cryptic. Lincoln, hey. Get me out of here.
Lincoln: Um, you gotta break someone out of here.
Michael: No. No, no, no, no, no.
Lincoln: Now, I know you don't really know this kid, but here: *video of LJ* So, get Whistler out or else Sara and LJ die.
Michael: ...
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Date: 2009-03-18 09:12 am (UTC)My favourite line (predictably):
Michael: Well, we had phone sex once, and are all mind-matey and all, like soul mates, only moire profound, and have sexual tension like whoa, but he killed the guy who knocked my mother up so I'm angry.
But I enjoyed it all. :D