season fouuuuuuuuuur

[pretendtosleep]

 Don't worry. It's got to be October 19th somewhere. Eventually. I mean, look at Inspector Spacetime. He's been in 1976 for twelve years before. Which means that it probably happened at least eleven times for him. And hey, if it's not October 19th here yet, it'll probably be October 19th next year, which kind of makes it a fifth season. Which means we're almost in spin-off territory. Which means Abed isn't going to do the thing with the shallow breathing and only eating tic-tacs off the floor for a week like he did when The Cape got canceled. It'll probably be closer to the prayer circle and passive aggressive online petitions that he made for Arrested Development, which worked, by the way.

And hey, if nothing else, we can always do a movie. Like Firefly. I always wanted to be played by Nathan Fillion. And I mean that in a way that is absolutely not gay for Nathan Fillion.



His grin is so charismatic and his comedic delivery is flawless.

Comments

[tattleina]

If we're discussing spinoffs, I heard that Magnitude wants to move to New York.

[pretendtosleep]

[ hissed ]

Magnitude.

What's he got that I don't? Besides the quirky endearment of an Ensemble Darkhorse and a signature catchphrase.

I mean, c'mon! Me and Abed are eye-gold. Which is like Goldeneye. But more mischievous.

[tattleina]

Troy, he's a one man party! There's not much competing with that.

[pretendtosleep]

[ closes a fist and sighs ]

Damn it, you're right.

[ shaking his head ]

Anyways, how have you been, Shirley? It feels like I haven't seen you in months even though it's only been a few weeks because of semester break.


And only semester break.

[tattleina]

Oh, I still have my sandwich shop! At least, I think. They could've at least given us a promo.

[pretendtosleep]

Hey...here's a brain wrinkle!

Maybe we can make our own promo. I think I still have some tin foil leftover from when we tried to do a reimagining of the reimagining of Total Recall.

[marchtember]

So you're really gay for Nathan Fillion. Got it.

Wonder if he's around here... [ so she can blab your mansecret and ruin your life. ]

[pretendtosleep]

Well, not actually.

...Nathan Fillion could be here?! Do you think he'd wear the brown coat again?

For, uh. Scientific reasons. And Science.

[marchtember]

I don't know, probably, if it's cold, or you bribed him.

[pretendtosleep]

[ shaking his head and laughing ] Oh, that loveable scamp of a space pirate.

[ oh hey. pretty girl. Sup. ]

Also I feel like we've met and if we haven't I guess I just spoiled you for it. My name's Troy.

[marchtember]

[ oh hey dumb guy. ]

Really? So's mine! [ fake enthusiasm! ]

[pretendtosleep]

[ genuine enthusiasm! ]

...oh my God this is just like that dream I had!

[marchtember]

Where a stranger peels off their skin and it turns out they're you?

[eltigre]

You know who talks to the people in their head?

People like me.