November 22, 1999 >>Randy muses: >>convert Impy into a Daggit that would run around and make little oil puddles on Lucifer's "skirt" and Baltar's throne!<< Michele adds >Oh dear. Now I'm stuck with this bizarre mental image of Impy running around on all fours (is it only four? Perhaps there's more...) and going "yip, yip" in the voice of Patrick MacNee.< The daggit bones are infinite. My yips and yaps are definite. The powers that be Are merely calling me To pester the one who's illegitimate. > I'm really trying NOT to ponder the image of him getting affectionate with Baltar's leg....< Meanwhile, Mr. Trolley rolls back and forth in the backround ing his bell out loving every micron of it. He thought he did enough to Baltar by making the high throne man spin in circles trying to follow Mr Trolley wheeling around the base of the throne only to have Baltar fall down and go boom Now Mr. Trolley has to think on what he can do next. Perhaps make the Cylons behave like dominoes. >Michele >who has really *got* to watch how much of that prescription cough medicine she takes...< We won't worry about you just yet. :) Robert