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sunshine_queen) wrote2009-05-06 04:15 pm
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Sci-Fi reran a bunch of BSG episodes, and since I am home, I got to enjoy it as they were meant to be enjoyed: on a bigass screen in high def. As such, I got snarky. I'm bored, man. And full of snark.
These episodes are super hard to watch. I will also say this: FORGET THE FLEET, EVERYONE. They want to not get super fast FTL drives? Then let them deal with the Cylons, without Galactica. SEE HOW MUCH YOU LIKE YOUR PRINCIPLES THEN. ALSO IT IS A GOOD THING I AM NOT IN CHARGE.
(I don't like Zarek in the mutiny episodes. Also I am seriously depressed that Racetrack, the prettiest of the pilots, is a mutineer. SERIOUSLY. YOU'RE GOING AGAINST THE DREAM TEAM THAT IS ADAMA/ROSLIN? SERIOUSLY? HOW IS THAT A GOOD PLAN? I'm also bummed about Seelix, but not as much as Racetrack. I'm shallow.)
I have a real problem with how Gaeta could turn so thoroughly on the Old Man. I have a real problem with anyone betraying the Old Man. OR PEOPLE BEING MEAN TO THRACER, although it does allow Thracer to cotton to the idea of mutiny. I love this woman.
Zarek: CONVERT LEE CONVERT YOUR DAD IS NOT A GREAT GUY.
Lee: I'm... pretty sure I'm not onboard with this. Also I realize you are insulting both my father and my stepmom. Plus if Dad is wrong I want to be in his face.
Zarek: Whatever, die with the old man, uncapitalized.
Lee: *gets attacked* Seriously?
Mutineers: YOU SUCK LEE.
Lee: ... SER. I. OUS. LY?
Thracer: I am totally not in any mood to play. AND I'M DYING TO KILL SOME FOLKS.
Mutineers: *attack Helo*
Helo: DON'T HURT MY FAMILY.
Mutineers: Oh, like that's happening. You're toasted, bro.
Helo: *is noble*
Lee: I cannot believe this is happening.
Thracer: I AM EXHILARATED.
Lee: We're screwed!
Thracer: *kisses him* SEE THIS IS AWESOME GOOD TIMES. WE WILL LAY WASTE TO ALL.
Lee: Oh, sure, I'm in. This is slightly fun.
Everyone in CIC: *continues to be vaguely concerned*
Gaeta: *continues to be covertly bad*
Papadama: *continues to admiral*
Pregnant!Red: We're all dooooomed!
Sharon II: YOU ARE SCARING MY KID. Also, Samders, do something.
Samders: I HAVE NO SPECIAL POWERS. GOD.
Helo: *remains knocked out*
Lackey: *reports*
Gaeta: *turns on everyone unexpectedly*
Papadama: WHAT THE FRAK Y'ALL.
Turncoat marines: *fire on them*
Gaeta: DUDE I AM TOTALLY IN CHARGE DON'T DO THAT. ADMIRAL MAKE THEM STAND DOWN.
Tigh: NEVERRRRR.
Papadama: Chill out, whatevs, I'm down.
Gaeta: *Self-righteous rant* ... sad Old Man!
Papadama: I am gonna end y'all for dishonoring the uniform.
Lauroslin: *is wearing a very booby shirt* Um...
Lee: We got trouble.
Thracer: I HAVEN'T HAD THIS MUCH FUN SINCE THE NEW CAPRIASCO.
Lauroslin: ... sure.
Lee: We might lose the ship.
Lauroslin: My boyfriend?
Lee: Him too.
Lauroslin: Well, this'll snap me out of my funk. Taking control now.
Thracer: GIRL POWER.
Lee: Sure.
Chief: *takes control*
Gaius: *manipulates his followers*
Followers: *WAIL*
Gaius: So, I can get out of here, right?
Chief: I am totally amazing and taking care of things, okay? Chill out.
Lauroslin: Bonjour. C'EST MOI.
Follower: What, skank?!
Chief: No, she's cool, SHE'S COOL.
Lauroslin: I cannot be fabulous all on my own right now, I need some help.
Chief: That is a bit surprising.
Lauroslin: I'm slightly out of practice, it should come back to me soon.
Chief: Understandable. Dropping some knowledge now: Your boyfriend's been taken from the CIC.
Lee: NOOOOOOO!
Chief: I will continue to drop knowledge and also prove how invaluable I am to your cause by explaining how I will get everyone I want to off this ship and off to safety. Such as that is, with Zarek in semi-control.
All: You're more awesome than previously realized, Chief, despite your cylonosity.
Chief: I work hard at this.
Lee: Why are you helping?
Chief: Because I love your dad.
Papadama: So, I know everyone here.
Marine 1: *feels guilty*
Marine 2: *is defensive*
Papadama: MY BALLERDOM IS UNQUESTIONED.
Tigh: MINE TOO.
Old men: *outfox the young marines*
Gaius: OH EM GEES LAUROSLIN.
Lauroslin: Much as it pains me, I require your assistance.
Gaius: Yes, well, maybe, ack, worried.
Follower: *is annoying*
Gaius: Team Lauroslin.
Lauroslin: Good call.
Old men: *spy*
Mutineers: *talk loudly*
Gaeta: *realizes he is not cut out for this shit.*
Fleet: *is suddenly panicking at their lack of established leadership*
Zarek: Wait is Adama still alive?
Gaeta: Dude, keep the bloodlust out of your voice.
Lauroslin: WIRELESS COMMUNICATION BITCHES.
Zarek: Frak.
Gaeta: Frak!
Lauroslin: Watch me soothe the masses with nothing but my voice and words.
Fleet: *feels tenderly towards Lauroslin*
Mutineers: *turns Lauroslin off*
Fleet: OH EM GEES WHERE DID LAUROSLIN GOOOOOO.
Lee and Thracer: *scamper about Galactica*
Old Men: *run into their young'uns*
Thracer: *flips*
Papadama: CALM. THE FRAK. DOWN. Marine prisoner, you can go tell everyone where we are, what we have, and who we're with.
Marine: *RUNS*
Thracer: DUDE. Quit it with the loyalty, you've totally been betrayed!
Lauroslin: I can't believe Gaeta did this. I also can't believe all this has happened before ten thirty in the morning.
Gaius: I have no interest in chatting with you as we wait to evacuate.
Lee: I HATE CYLONS.
Papadama: Can we be polite?
Tigh: LET HIM TALK, I WANNA HEAR IT, WANNA DANCE APOLLO?
Papadama: Ay Dios.
Gaius: Chill your shit.
Gaeta: What! You don't know me, no one knows me, I've suffered ever so, blah blah blah.
Gaius: I'm actually making sense right now.
Gaeta: I will mutiny if I want!
Everyone good: *reunionfication*
Lauroslin and Papadama: *are too precious for words*
Everyone: Oh my gods, who knew this was going on? Must bleach eyeballs, etc.
Mutineers: *tries to hold the ballers down*
Said ballers: *get away*
Gaeta: Fire on Lauroslin.
Everyone: I'm not entirely sure this is a good idea.
Tigh: You should've gone with your woman.
Papadama: Sadly, my sense of honor precluded that. However, I now get to come down on the mutineers like a holy fury.
Tigh: OH YEAH IT'S ON.
Papadama: Let's do this.
Old men: *get arrested again.*
Tigh: SNARK.
Hotdog: PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT LAUROSLIN.
Narcho: Fail.
Lauroslin: DON'T FIRE.
Gaeta: OH MY GOD BLOW HER UP.
Hotdog: THAT IS LAUROSLIN.
Narcho: HENCE BLOWING HER UP. THIS IS MUTINY, BITCH.
Hotdog: I want no part of this!
Cylons: THE FRAK ARE WE BEING HIT
Lauroslin: No worries, it's just me they're firing on.
Cylons: Should we be worried?
Lauroslin: What? Nooo.
Gaius: ONLY YES, BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS SUCKING.
Lauroslin: Exaggerating!
Tory: AAAAH STUPID HUMANS GET AWAY.
Lauroslin: Seriously. No one else found out they were a cylon and sucked as bad as you. Why is that?
Gaius: Matter at hand: Papadama and your bro Tigh are probably exploded, and Gaeta and Zarek are in control.
Cylons: Gaeta?
Gaius: Twist, right?
Lauroslin: *is awesome*
Papadama: Snark.
Gaeta: Oh now.
Papadama: You want responsibility? HERE. YOU BE THE ADMIRAL TODAY, WEAR THE BIG BOY PANTS.
Gaeta: This was totally not my goddamn plan. I wanted a simple, orderly mutiny.
Baseship: *hides in fleet*
Papadama: Hee, Lauroslin.
Gaeta: Frak. FRAK THAT WOMAN.
Cylons: *hang out in brig*
Hera: *is creepy*
Samders: This is my last episode with a fully-functioning brain.
Cylons: That sucks.
Zarek: The Admiral sucks for various reasons.
Papadama: In my quarters? Honestly now.
Zarek: So we're gonna execute him.
Papadama: It's not even noon yet. This is crazy.
Romo: And I can defend him how, exactly?
Gaeta: We love fairness and justice!
Romo: ... Clearly.
Cylons: *worry about this whole human deal*
Lauroslin: *attempts to contact her fleet*
Chief: *starts traveling inside Galactica*
Zarek: Blah blah blah mutiny.
Quorum member: We're worried. And we miss Lauroslin, she's pretty.
Quorum: We all agree, Mr Vice President. See you later.
Zarek: Yes, you will.
Goons: *kill all quorum members.*
Gaeta: WAS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?
Zarek: Toughen up.
Gaeta: I never signed up for this.
Zarek: Except the part where you did. This is the part in FML when people vote "you totally deserved it."
Tory: I totally feel bad.
Lauroslin: What is wrong with you, for god's sake?
Random Red: They're just gonna kill every Cylon. And then Thracer and Helo and your boyfri-
Lauroslin: Ah ah ah, don't say it.
Tory: Soullessly, we have all agreed to jump.
Lauroslin: I am going to poignantly plead my case. Note my teary voice and unwavering faith in my man.
Red: I AM A LOVE CYLON TEAM LAUROSLIN.
Romo: Please don't be a dork, sign the statement.
Papadama: Too honorable, also, my woman is out there, and she is wicked awesome.
Romo: I know you can buy time if you do this!
Papadama: I got this, bro.
Thracer: I'M STILL HAVING FUN.
Lee: I know. Try to have a little less fun.
Unusually pretty Red: Gaius, <3.
Gaius: Yeah, I know, it's practically in your coding.
Lee: *throws a grenade. Chaos ensue, they win*
Thracer: *still hides*
Lee: Never pulled the pin.
Thracer: Not. Funny.
Lee: Lulz, you should see your face.
Thracer: Not funny!
Cylons: *hang out in brig*
Lee and Thracer: *rescue them*
Lee: WHERE IS MY DAD.
Tigh: No idea.
Lee: WHAT YOU HAD HIM LAST!!!
Sharon II: We have to go, we can bicker later!
Samders: *gets shot in head*
Gaeta: YOU SUCK.
Papadama: Whatever.
Romo: I'm trying to lawyer here.
Phone: Shit's going to hell.
Zarek: I must move this along then. By lying. Papadama, your buddyroo is dead.
Papadama: My resolve in galvanized. Frak you six ways to Sunday, bro.
Zarek: You're totally guilty.
Speaker: THIS IS LAUROSLIN. SHIT IS GOING DOWN.
Papadama: THAT'S MY GIRL.
Zarek: FRAKKITY FRAK FRAK FRAK WHY ISN'T SHE DEAD YET?
Romo: *kills a marine with a pen*
Thracer: You are surprisingly badass. Please help me.
Romo: I don't really want to. But I have found that I have a soul, so I guess I will.
Gaeta: Execution detail!
Everyone: I'm a bit tired of this mutiny deal.
Red: Having sex will help you with your angst.
Gaius: I know. But I feel like it's wrong.
Red: Oh, so... we're talking.
Lauroslin: KNOCK THIS MUTINY OFF.
Zarek: How are we doing with the execution.
Guy on phone: Great.
Papadama: BUDDYROO AND SON YAAAAY.
Narcho: I can't take orders from people who like cylons!
Papadama: I will deal with you jackasses later.
Zarek: This mutiny will not go away, Lauroslin. I killed your man. Now I expect you to fold.
Lauroslin: I AM COMING DOWN ON YOU LIKE THE WRATH OF GOD.
Everyone: How did you not foresee this?
Gaeta: I feel this is not going well.
Zarek: Whatever, you're a pansy.
Galactica: *prepares to jump*
Chief: *tries to stop Galactica from jumping*
Gaeta: *proves to be not so bad*
Papadama: *returns to CIC like a winner with a crowd*
Mutineers: Oh shit.
Papadama: LET ME TALK TO LAUROSLIN.
Lauroslin: I am so subtly overjoyed at your being alive.
Chief: It looks like I may have, um, broken Galactica.
Lauroslin: I am so happy to see you I can't speak.
Papadama: I know, honeylamb. I know.
Gaius: Even I am disappointed in you.
Gaeta: I'm not all bad!
Papadama: Execution time.
Executioners: Aim.
Gaeta: Creepy final line.
These episodes are super hard to watch. I will also say this: FORGET THE FLEET, EVERYONE. They want to not get super fast FTL drives? Then let them deal with the Cylons, without Galactica. SEE HOW MUCH YOU LIKE YOUR PRINCIPLES THEN. ALSO IT IS A GOOD THING I AM NOT IN CHARGE.
(I don't like Zarek in the mutiny episodes. Also I am seriously depressed that Racetrack, the prettiest of the pilots, is a mutineer. SERIOUSLY. YOU'RE GOING AGAINST THE DREAM TEAM THAT IS ADAMA/ROSLIN? SERIOUSLY? HOW IS THAT A GOOD PLAN? I'm also bummed about Seelix, but not as much as Racetrack. I'm shallow.)
I have a real problem with how Gaeta could turn so thoroughly on the Old Man. I have a real problem with anyone betraying the Old Man. OR PEOPLE BEING MEAN TO THRACER, although it does allow Thracer to cotton to the idea of mutiny. I love this woman.
Zarek: CONVERT LEE CONVERT YOUR DAD IS NOT A GREAT GUY.
Lee: I'm... pretty sure I'm not onboard with this. Also I realize you are insulting both my father and my stepmom. Plus if Dad is wrong I want to be in his face.
Zarek: Whatever, die with the old man, uncapitalized.
Lee: *gets attacked* Seriously?
Mutineers: YOU SUCK LEE.
Lee: ... SER. I. OUS. LY?
Thracer: I am totally not in any mood to play. AND I'M DYING TO KILL SOME FOLKS.
Mutineers: *attack Helo*
Helo: DON'T HURT MY FAMILY.
Mutineers: Oh, like that's happening. You're toasted, bro.
Helo: *is noble*
Lee: I cannot believe this is happening.
Thracer: I AM EXHILARATED.
Lee: We're screwed!
Thracer: *kisses him* SEE THIS IS AWESOME GOOD TIMES. WE WILL LAY WASTE TO ALL.
Lee: Oh, sure, I'm in. This is slightly fun.
Everyone in CIC: *continues to be vaguely concerned*
Gaeta: *continues to be covertly bad*
Papadama: *continues to admiral*
Pregnant!Red: We're all dooooomed!
Sharon II: YOU ARE SCARING MY KID. Also, Samders, do something.
Samders: I HAVE NO SPECIAL POWERS. GOD.
Helo: *remains knocked out*
Lackey: *reports*
Gaeta: *turns on everyone unexpectedly*
Papadama: WHAT THE FRAK Y'ALL.
Turncoat marines: *fire on them*
Gaeta: DUDE I AM TOTALLY IN CHARGE DON'T DO THAT. ADMIRAL MAKE THEM STAND DOWN.
Tigh: NEVERRRRR.
Papadama: Chill out, whatevs, I'm down.
Gaeta: *Self-righteous rant* ... sad Old Man!
Papadama: I am gonna end y'all for dishonoring the uniform.
Lauroslin: *is wearing a very booby shirt* Um...
Lee: We got trouble.
Thracer: I HAVEN'T HAD THIS MUCH FUN SINCE THE NEW CAPRIASCO.
Lauroslin: ... sure.
Lee: We might lose the ship.
Lauroslin: My boyfriend?
Lee: Him too.
Lauroslin: Well, this'll snap me out of my funk. Taking control now.
Thracer: GIRL POWER.
Lee: Sure.
Chief: *takes control*
Gaius: *manipulates his followers*
Followers: *WAIL*
Gaius: So, I can get out of here, right?
Chief: I am totally amazing and taking care of things, okay? Chill out.
Lauroslin: Bonjour. C'EST MOI.
Follower: What, skank?!
Chief: No, she's cool, SHE'S COOL.
Lauroslin: I cannot be fabulous all on my own right now, I need some help.
Chief: That is a bit surprising.
Lauroslin: I'm slightly out of practice, it should come back to me soon.
Chief: Understandable. Dropping some knowledge now: Your boyfriend's been taken from the CIC.
Lee: NOOOOOOO!
Chief: I will continue to drop knowledge and also prove how invaluable I am to your cause by explaining how I will get everyone I want to off this ship and off to safety. Such as that is, with Zarek in semi-control.
All: You're more awesome than previously realized, Chief, despite your cylonosity.
Chief: I work hard at this.
Lee: Why are you helping?
Chief: Because I love your dad.
Papadama: So, I know everyone here.
Marine 1: *feels guilty*
Marine 2: *is defensive*
Papadama: MY BALLERDOM IS UNQUESTIONED.
Tigh: MINE TOO.
Old men: *outfox the young marines*
Gaius: OH EM GEES LAUROSLIN.
Lauroslin: Much as it pains me, I require your assistance.
Gaius: Yes, well, maybe, ack, worried.
Follower: *is annoying*
Gaius: Team Lauroslin.
Lauroslin: Good call.
Old men: *spy*
Mutineers: *talk loudly*
Gaeta: *realizes he is not cut out for this shit.*
Fleet: *is suddenly panicking at their lack of established leadership*
Zarek: Wait is Adama still alive?
Gaeta: Dude, keep the bloodlust out of your voice.
Lauroslin: WIRELESS COMMUNICATION BITCHES.
Zarek: Frak.
Gaeta: Frak!
Lauroslin: Watch me soothe the masses with nothing but my voice and words.
Fleet: *feels tenderly towards Lauroslin*
Mutineers: *turns Lauroslin off*
Fleet: OH EM GEES WHERE DID LAUROSLIN GOOOOOO.
Lee and Thracer: *scamper about Galactica*
Old Men: *run into their young'uns*
Thracer: *flips*
Papadama: CALM. THE FRAK. DOWN. Marine prisoner, you can go tell everyone where we are, what we have, and who we're with.
Marine: *RUNS*
Thracer: DUDE. Quit it with the loyalty, you've totally been betrayed!
Lauroslin: I can't believe Gaeta did this. I also can't believe all this has happened before ten thirty in the morning.
Gaius: I have no interest in chatting with you as we wait to evacuate.
Lee: I HATE CYLONS.
Papadama: Can we be polite?
Tigh: LET HIM TALK, I WANNA HEAR IT, WANNA DANCE APOLLO?
Papadama: Ay Dios.
Gaius: Chill your shit.
Gaeta: What! You don't know me, no one knows me, I've suffered ever so, blah blah blah.
Gaius: I'm actually making sense right now.
Gaeta: I will mutiny if I want!
Everyone good: *reunionfication*
Lauroslin and Papadama: *are too precious for words*
Everyone: Oh my gods, who knew this was going on? Must bleach eyeballs, etc.
Mutineers: *tries to hold the ballers down*
Said ballers: *get away*
Gaeta: Fire on Lauroslin.
Everyone: I'm not entirely sure this is a good idea.
Tigh: You should've gone with your woman.
Papadama: Sadly, my sense of honor precluded that. However, I now get to come down on the mutineers like a holy fury.
Tigh: OH YEAH IT'S ON.
Papadama: Let's do this.
Old men: *get arrested again.*
Tigh: SNARK.
Hotdog: PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT LAUROSLIN.
Narcho: Fail.
Lauroslin: DON'T FIRE.
Gaeta: OH MY GOD BLOW HER UP.
Hotdog: THAT IS LAUROSLIN.
Narcho: HENCE BLOWING HER UP. THIS IS MUTINY, BITCH.
Hotdog: I want no part of this!
Cylons: THE FRAK ARE WE BEING HIT
Lauroslin: No worries, it's just me they're firing on.
Cylons: Should we be worried?
Lauroslin: What? Nooo.
Gaius: ONLY YES, BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS SUCKING.
Lauroslin: Exaggerating!
Tory: AAAAH STUPID HUMANS GET AWAY.
Lauroslin: Seriously. No one else found out they were a cylon and sucked as bad as you. Why is that?
Gaius: Matter at hand: Papadama and your bro Tigh are probably exploded, and Gaeta and Zarek are in control.
Cylons: Gaeta?
Gaius: Twist, right?
Lauroslin: *is awesome*
Papadama: Snark.
Gaeta: Oh now.
Papadama: You want responsibility? HERE. YOU BE THE ADMIRAL TODAY, WEAR THE BIG BOY PANTS.
Gaeta: This was totally not my goddamn plan. I wanted a simple, orderly mutiny.
Baseship: *hides in fleet*
Papadama: Hee, Lauroslin.
Gaeta: Frak. FRAK THAT WOMAN.
Cylons: *hang out in brig*
Hera: *is creepy*
Samders: This is my last episode with a fully-functioning brain.
Cylons: That sucks.
Zarek: The Admiral sucks for various reasons.
Papadama: In my quarters? Honestly now.
Zarek: So we're gonna execute him.
Papadama: It's not even noon yet. This is crazy.
Romo: And I can defend him how, exactly?
Gaeta: We love fairness and justice!
Romo: ... Clearly.
Cylons: *worry about this whole human deal*
Lauroslin: *attempts to contact her fleet*
Chief: *starts traveling inside Galactica*
Zarek: Blah blah blah mutiny.
Quorum member: We're worried. And we miss Lauroslin, she's pretty.
Quorum: We all agree, Mr Vice President. See you later.
Zarek: Yes, you will.
Goons: *kill all quorum members.*
Gaeta: WAS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?
Zarek: Toughen up.
Gaeta: I never signed up for this.
Zarek: Except the part where you did. This is the part in FML when people vote "you totally deserved it."
Tory: I totally feel bad.
Lauroslin: What is wrong with you, for god's sake?
Random Red: They're just gonna kill every Cylon. And then Thracer and Helo and your boyfri-
Lauroslin: Ah ah ah, don't say it.
Tory: Soullessly, we have all agreed to jump.
Lauroslin: I am going to poignantly plead my case. Note my teary voice and unwavering faith in my man.
Red: I AM A LOVE CYLON TEAM LAUROSLIN.
Romo: Please don't be a dork, sign the statement.
Papadama: Too honorable, also, my woman is out there, and she is wicked awesome.
Romo: I know you can buy time if you do this!
Papadama: I got this, bro.
Thracer: I'M STILL HAVING FUN.
Lee: I know. Try to have a little less fun.
Unusually pretty Red: Gaius, <3.
Gaius: Yeah, I know, it's practically in your coding.
Lee: *throws a grenade. Chaos ensue, they win*
Thracer: *still hides*
Lee: Never pulled the pin.
Thracer: Not. Funny.
Lee: Lulz, you should see your face.
Thracer: Not funny!
Cylons: *hang out in brig*
Lee and Thracer: *rescue them*
Lee: WHERE IS MY DAD.
Tigh: No idea.
Lee: WHAT YOU HAD HIM LAST!!!
Sharon II: We have to go, we can bicker later!
Samders: *gets shot in head*
Gaeta: YOU SUCK.
Papadama: Whatever.
Romo: I'm trying to lawyer here.
Phone: Shit's going to hell.
Zarek: I must move this along then. By lying. Papadama, your buddyroo is dead.
Papadama: My resolve in galvanized. Frak you six ways to Sunday, bro.
Zarek: You're totally guilty.
Speaker: THIS IS LAUROSLIN. SHIT IS GOING DOWN.
Papadama: THAT'S MY GIRL.
Zarek: FRAKKITY FRAK FRAK FRAK WHY ISN'T SHE DEAD YET?
Romo: *kills a marine with a pen*
Thracer: You are surprisingly badass. Please help me.
Romo: I don't really want to. But I have found that I have a soul, so I guess I will.
Gaeta: Execution detail!
Everyone: I'm a bit tired of this mutiny deal.
Red: Having sex will help you with your angst.
Gaius: I know. But I feel like it's wrong.
Red: Oh, so... we're talking.
Lauroslin: KNOCK THIS MUTINY OFF.
Zarek: How are we doing with the execution.
Guy on phone: Great.
Papadama: BUDDYROO AND SON YAAAAY.
Narcho: I can't take orders from people who like cylons!
Papadama: I will deal with you jackasses later.
Zarek: This mutiny will not go away, Lauroslin. I killed your man. Now I expect you to fold.
Lauroslin: I AM COMING DOWN ON YOU LIKE THE WRATH OF GOD.
Everyone: How did you not foresee this?
Gaeta: I feel this is not going well.
Zarek: Whatever, you're a pansy.
Galactica: *prepares to jump*
Chief: *tries to stop Galactica from jumping*
Gaeta: *proves to be not so bad*
Papadama: *returns to CIC like a winner with a crowd*
Mutineers: Oh shit.
Papadama: LET ME TALK TO LAUROSLIN.
Lauroslin: I am so subtly overjoyed at your being alive.
Chief: It looks like I may have, um, broken Galactica.
Lauroslin: I am so happy to see you I can't speak.
Papadama: I know, honeylamb. I know.
Gaius: Even I am disappointed in you.
Gaeta: I'm not all bad!
Papadama: Execution time.
Executioners: Aim.
Gaeta: Creepy final line.