From: Ellynne G. rilliara@juno.com
Come to think of it, has anyone ever tried to do Star One as Monty Python skit?
Can't say that I have, but I can imagine the aftermath...
SCENE: Space Command headquarters, shortly after the Andromedan War. The Inhuman Resources department.
SERVALAN: I wish to register a complaint!
IR MANAGER (short weasely fellow with unruly shock of hair and distinct Scottish accent): Er, yes, madam ... er .. what do you want to complain about?
SERVALAN: I wish to complain about this Travis, that I acquired but a few episodes ago from this very department.
IR MANAGER: Oh aye, the ... er ... one-eyed black, was it no? And, er, what seems to wrong with it?
SERVALAN: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, feeble minion. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it.
IR MANAGER: Och no! It's no deid, it's just, er, pining for the mutoids...
Neil