Johnny Appleseed: Who's that, sleeping in the evening dusk?
Angel: Why, that's just your husk, John. Your mortal husk.
Johnny Appleseed: My husk?!
Angel: Why, that's just your husk, John. Your mortal husk.
Johnny Appleseed: My husk?!
It was a curious feeling, no question, staring into the blackened remains of your own grinning skull. Hard not to shudder, though Ace fought off the impulse.
He peered into the sightless sockets of his charred doppelganger, as if he expected some glimmer of recognition to flicker back at him from the dull dead darkness. The technical boys were off checking and re-checking the DNA profile, but Commander Rimmer didn't need any chemical verification. It was his skull, alright, tautened into that familiar obscene leer of a sudden heat death. There was the Gold Tooth, a trophy from the Academy boxing finals in his second year. There was the small nick to the right of his forehead, from the childhood game of Cowboys and Indians when his brothers had cast him as General Custer while they played the Sioux Nation, and Howard had gotten carried away and slung a real tomahawk at him.
He peered into the sightless sockets of his charred doppelganger, as if he expected some glimmer of recognition to flicker back at him from the dull dead darkness. The technical boys were off checking and re-checking the DNA profile, but Commander Rimmer didn't need any chemical verification. It was his skull, alright, tautened into that familiar obscene leer of a sudden heat death. There was the Gold Tooth, a trophy from the Academy boxing finals in his second year. There was the small nick to the right of his forehead, from the childhood game of Cowboys and Indians when his brothers had cast him as General Custer while they played the Sioux Nation, and Howard had gotten carried away and slung a real tomahawk at him.
—Red Dwarf: Backwards
>Dave: Go back in time and stop the thief.
It looks like you already tried that.
Whoever took those books was a pretty cold blooded dude.
You figure you'll cool it on the time travel for a while. Don't want to see the Dave corpses start to pile up. Especially if one of them winds up being you.
It looks like you already tried that.
Whoever took those books was a pretty cold blooded dude.
You figure you'll cool it on the time travel for a while. Don't want to see the Dave corpses start to pile up. Especially if one of them winds up being you.
